Birdbath Fill-Up

Birdbath Fill-Up

My birthday is approaching, in a month or more.  My daughter found the perfect gift, hidden on the forest floor.A concrete birdbath basin, resting on a rotten stump, fashioned from leftover building concrete, rather than being taken to…
March 14, 2021Posted inLessons in the Dirt, Poems
Let Go of the Old

Let Go of the Old

It’s Thursday morning, my correspondence day.  I can’t wait to create a new coloring page!I find a cool picture, quite by happenstance … though I think its discovery was not at all by chance.The coloring picture shows a…
March 13, 2021Posted inLessons in the Dirt, Poems
This Moment In Time

This Moment In Time

This moment in time is brief, it will pass;for time has a way of slipping by fast.Yet as I ponder my list of things to do,I wonder how I’m going to make it through.The living room is cluttered…
March 12, 2021Posted inPoems
A Mother’s Hands

A Mother’s Hands

A gift from the Master Potter – a mother’s hands hold – a tiny lump of clay, which she’s to teach, to train, to mold.  Responsibility weighs heavy as she sits before the wheel.  Her task – to…
March 11, 2021Posted inPoems