I was delighted that it was a male tenor, not a female contralto singing on the radio at 5:18 this evening. Where did seven hours go? Sleep… Read more “I was delighted.”
Last night was the Connect Group of which I am a part. It is what I used to call a Home Community, but in a Presbyterian way.… Read more “Pathways Profane”
The plot, the garden plot, is bearing some fruit now. I am with the bees and really liking it. This yellow jacket was bathing in the pool… Read more “Very, very few weeds.”
It is indeed a mystery: mister missed her; where is she? Then it rang and sang all day, a tiny bell with much to say. One simple… Read more “Again . . .”
I’m mostly(?) here at 89.9 All Classical radio. It’s Mozart and Muffins, an open house! Here is whence the music flows: After chatting with Ed G. and… Read more “A Place to Be”
We gotta go . . .
On the way to the garden, very near it, I spied a creature. It was then what it appears to be now. Cute. Darling. Beautifully delicate (strong!) and… Read more “All: God’s creatures, great and small.”
Although I am a proud owner of a 50-year-old Daisy Red Rider (and possibly three others that are much louder), I have supported gun control for years.… Read more “It’s time for gun control.”
Dear reader, of course you are invited! After church, this is the place to be on Sunday. #itcouldhappen
Songbird singing, sweetly lyrical myriad tunes, secret miracle in gratia cantantes . . .