Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow After church, and a bowl of vegetable soup accompanied by a few rounds of Mastermind, we grab our cameras and Maya, and head out to see what we can see. Our destination is a pretty little spot on the
. . . for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. Philippians 4:11 ESV After lunch, we three take our cameras and head to a favourite park. First stop is the butterfly garden. It is awash with colourful blossoms—the tall, old-fashioned, hollyhocks the most prominent among them. Gerry and I wander
It's just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn't it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal. John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World's Worst Dog I’m taking Maya for a walk before bed. We’re walking up and down unfamiliar streets, then over,
Over the course of the millennia, all these multitudes of ancestors, generation upon generation, have come down to this moment in time—to give birth to you. There has never been, nor will ever be, another like you. You have been given a tremendous responsibility. You carry the hopes and dreams of all those who have
This—the landscape of home—would lure me back with its winds and desperate clouds and endless expanse . . . Linda Joy Myers, Song of the Plains, A Memoir of Family, Secrets, and Silence The map on the navigation system in the car is void of anything. There are no lines indicating roads or railway tracks;