It Happens Every Blessed Morning

Some people just aren’t morning people. They wrestle with the sheets, hoping to lose the battle and end up trapped in bed with no escape - an escape they don’t want anyway. But something amazing happens every morning. The sun rises. It’s not extremely hurried - almost like it knows people are waiting, so it… Continue reading It Happens Every Blessed Morning

Nothing but a Pile of Rubble

I got Lisa out into the woods. We went up to Blue Ridge Parkway this weekend and drove a bit. The trees are just beginning to hint that leaves will be changing soon ... a smidgen of yellow, a pinch of red ... but a whole lot of beautiful green as far as you can… Continue reading Nothing but a Pile of Rubble