Saturday, February 19, 2011

No Instant Fruit

Spring is popping out already in East Texas. Two weeks ago I was snowed in at a Dallas apartment and today I'm looking at my daffodils shooting up in the yard. 

I got carried away as I began mentally planning which flowers to plant in my yard. I wrote on a friend's facebook wall that I would grow sweet peas this spring—just like the ones her mom always had in her yard when I was growing up. I have the best memories of those sweet smelling flowers each year.

Too late. She reminded me that they had to be put in the grown last fall. "Put them in your September to-do list," she said.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Porcelain Romance

What word comes to mind when you hear the word romance? My word is toilet and it took over a decade of marriage to learn that.

Ideas of love and courtship filled my waking thoughts during Junior High--and my dreams at night. I checked out every teen love story in the school library. Daydreams found me musing about Mr. Perfect who must be longing to discover me to make his life complete.

I did finally meet and marry my husband. Would it surprise you to discover that my first year of marriage was rocky-- and the next ten as well? 

To find out the happier ending to my porcelain romance story visit my post at (in)courage by Dayspring. 

Sunday, February 13, 2011

iPhone Love

My husband knows that the way to my heart is through technical gadgets. Two years ago he gave me an iPhone for Valentine's Day. This year he gave me an upgrade to a newer iPhone. I’m loving it. 
With my first iPhone, I didn’t understand what he’d given me. It took weeks to figure out all that the phone could do. 

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


 Becoming a grandmother or a "Nona" is incredible. 

As a writer, I have to say this has for now left me without words. But, I have LOTS of pictures—most imprinted in my heart. 

I've enjoyed watching my daughter and son-in-law pull together—they didn't really need to pull much closer. They are working like a team. 

I forgot how a tiny cry can turn a house upside down. That first night with the baby home it seemed to take three adults to figure out what to do each time she awoke—loudly.