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Fair ~ High: 77°F ~ Low: 57°F Thursday, May 23, 2013 |
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In the Cards
Posted Friday, May 17, at 4:03 PM "Ha! Take that! I trump you again!" he said as the trash talk at the table became fast and furious. Card after card was thrown as they foursome played out their hand. They were on a hot streak. Friends gathered around them to watch as they played their no tricks barred game. Cheating was encouraged--as long as you didn't get caught. They change partners frequently and everyone knew the other's tricks and slights of hand, which made successful cheating difficult to say the least...
Hope Springs Eternal Hope springs eternal in a young pup's heart or so it has been said. This saying is one I've heard my entire life. When times get hard and I wanted to give up because I just couldn't quite figure out what was frustrating me . . . I'd hear my daddy say "hope springs eternal . . . ." I never really understood what he meant until . . ...
Water Gate Four siblings and their families met to camp every year. They loved meeting at the spring; setting up their tents; spending time together; playing and laughing during their time together. The kids all mingled to the point one could not tell who belonged to who--they were family...
The Bird She was terrorizing the family. She ran from sibling to sibling; leaping, tackling, mouthing, pinning, and wrestling with them. The ones her size didn't mind that much, however there were the smaller ones. The sounds of hissing filled the air as she tackled he brother. ...
The Gift It was a beautiful spring morning in the Ozarks. Trees were beginning to bud. Dogwood could be seen blooming. Birds sung in the early morning sun providing flashes of color. Glimpses of Redbuds in bloom all combined on the rolling terrain to create a beautiful day...
Falcon He had worked hard all summer cutting and splitting wood to sell for the upcoming winter season. The work was labor intensive and he finally had enough for his household to stay warm and to sell as well. Supplying his neighbors was important and helped to pay for the hay needed for his horses to eat through the winter...
Oops! She had finished eating her supper and was feeling a little frisky. She loved this time of the day. She had grazed all day; had supper of grain, sweetened with molasses; dad had spent time with her--stoking her . . . talking to her . . . and a little grooming as well. Her siblings had also been fed and had some time with dad, but she had him all to herself for the moment...
Spring Snow Spring had arrived--according to the date. After, what seemed to be a long drawn out winter, spring was finally in the air. Each day the days were a bit longer. The air held a promise of warmth. The winds melted the snow. The sun melted the snow. The rain melted the snow. The earth was green and brown--rather than white with snow. Crocus, daffodils, and tulips broke through the earth and began to send out leaves with delicate buds slowly unfurling themselves. At last, it was SPRING...
A Muddy Mess The door opened and she shot through it like the proverbial bat out of . . . well she ran out. Running as fast as she could she rounded the corner of the house and lengthened her stride as she headed for the farthest corner of the yard. Trotting along the fence line she circled the property returning to her starting point. Once there she stopped to survey her world...
The Rollercoaster Her heart began beating more rapidly in anticipation of the ride about to begin. Safety belts were in place. The lap bar was locked, checked, and double checked. The workers voices could be heard as she felt the first jerk of movement as the cars left the loading station. The clicks of gears catching; moving the cars send tingles of expectancy through her spine...
Birds The snow was deep on the ground. Everything was covered--the trees and bushes as well as the bird feeders were obscured with the deep snow. The gutters of the house over flowed with snow and icicles from the slow melt. The branches of the bush where the nest was made were so weighted down that the nest was exposed to the wind--shaking, moving in the cutting winter wind...
Prayer--of Doubt; of Love Running from the fears that pursue me I pant as fear pours from my pores Leaping, hurdling, skirting the edges . . . Constantly moving in hope to evade those who wish me harm Their words assault my senses, my confidence, my being Am I who they say I am?...
God's Heart Have you ever wondered what God thinks about? I must be an odd person, because I do. I wonder about the mind of God. When did God begin to think about creating our world? Did God contemplate the minute detail of every flower, tree, seed, animal, rock, prairie, and mountain created on this planet? The scripture tells us that God knows each hair on our heads. Is God really that involved in our lives?...
The Saddle The sisters were enjoying a much needed time of rest and relaxation. Having left their family behind they were doing what they wanted; when they wanted--within the confines of the cruise. This particular day they were exploring the shops of Cozumel. They were looking for presents to take back to those they loved because whether they admitted it or not, their family was always on their mind. A sunset, view, person, or place would bring them to mind...
Out of Reach His sister drove him crazy. She was loud. She was boisterous. She was always into things. She thought water was fun to play in. She thought she had the right to have someone play with her on demand. She thought that just because she was the baby that the world revolved around her. She was a diva! She was . . . canine...
Sugar High Her mouth needed something to chew. She looked through her chew toys--some were soft, some hard, some made sounds--she liked variety. None of them seemed to be just the right texture for what she wanted--something crunchy, but not too hard; noisy, but not so much that mom and dad would come looking to see what she was chewing...
Snow Watching out the window, the world was changing right in front of her eyes. The dry, dead leaves disappeared. Grass that has lost the green gloss of summer health faded. The world had gone from a world of color to sepia tones of gray and brown. Now, the world was changing again. ...
New Year's Eve He had never been up at midnight when the new year came into being. He had heard people talk about it. There were parties, lots of food and dancing, a countdown, and at the stroke of midnight lots of sounds, cheering, kissing, fireworks, and so many other marvelous things...
Broken Heart Trying to share my heart with you I usually write in the third person, tell a story, and plant the seed of an idea for further thought and close with a brief prayer. It is my "formula" for writing. However, after the events of the last week, my mind has no cute stories to tell. By the time the paper came out with the latest edition of this column our safe, complacent world was turned to focus instead on horror, death, heroism, and the loss of such innocent lives...
The Power of Love Looking out the windows of their second story home, she could see the fresh snow blanketing the town below. They lived on the mountain side overlooking the valley and could see the river as it wound its way through the mountains. On a night like this with the moon high overhead everything was as clear as if it were daylight. ...
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