We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes . . . Madeline L'Engle, The

Thursday, February 15, 2017

Even though February was the shortest month of the year, sometimes it seemed like the longest.  J.D. Robb We’re barely past the middle of this short-month-that-feels-so-long and I’m done with it. The days are noticeably longer, and we’ve had a smattering of sunny days to keep the winter blahs at bay but, the longing for

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with green growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just now my garden is like faith - the substance of things hoped for.  Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne's House

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surround us or we light a candle to see by. Madeline L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet And so, we choose. We know the candle is the better choice but sometimes we struggle to find a match with which to