My Heart Bleeds for Dandelions

My Heart Bleeds for Dandelions

On Holy Saturday, I mowed my lawn.  While I was thinking of Jesus, dead in the tomb, I was making laps around my yard behind the mower, tripping over mole tunnels and sloshing through the wet patches left behind by the recent spring showers. But it was the dandelions...

Among the Living

Despite my absence here, I am still among the living. My trip to East Asia was thrilling and fascinating and difficult and overwhelming, all at once. I became ill while I was there (upper respiratory — most likely from the LONG plane trip there), and though it...
Wounded Hand

Wounded Hand

The goal: a lawn free of dandelions. The tools: a trowel and bucket. The schedule: a little each day.This has been my anti-dandelion plan over the past several days. And today, if you drove past my house and peeked into my yard, you’d be hard-pressed to find a...
Dandelion Whine

Dandelion Whine

Dandelions have become a great source of consternation for me over the past few weeks. As I am adapting to my first Spring as a home owner, dandelions in my yard mean more frequent mowing, more rigorous hoeing in the flower beds as the dandelions sneak through the...