Simple Tuesday Things

As you can tell, my resolve to return to daily posting isn’t going so well. This is interesting, because I’ve been pondering discipline lately and it seems I need to do more than simply ponder. Time seems to slip away as we walk the tightrope between early spring and full-on spring. I watch weather forecasts, debating whether or not it’s too early to leave bedding plants outside overnight. Yesterday, I bit the bullet and planted flowers in the pots on my deck and along my front sidewalk. I intended to plant marigolds and nasturtium in the backyard garden today but relentless wind kept me from that.

Instead, I dabbled with paint, enjoyed coffee and conversation with a friend, and did my best to find the best place to stand in order to water our community garden plant without getting soaked. It all worked out. Gerry picked Makiya up from school and took her to the orthodontist and then to the gym (a new grandfather/granddaughter thing they’re doing together), so I had extra free time to browse at the art store and pick up a few more canvases.

It’s almost supper time so I’ll keep this short. Spring has finally spring and the dance between deciding what to spend on my time takes on a new dimension. Photography, painting, writing, gardening, reading, and those “must do” things around the house. There’s no possibility of getting bored in my world and I believe that’s a good thing.

In other news, my writer friend, Shirley Showalter’s new book, The Mindful Grandparent: The Art of Loving Our Children’s Children, released today. I was blessed to receive an ARC (advance reader’s copy) and am loving it. If you’re a grandparent, have a grandparent, anticipate becoming a grandparent, or know someone who is, this is a must-read. P.S. It would make a great Mother’s Day gift. ?


That’s it for today. Hope your day was a good one.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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