My Word of the Week: Wither
Its fall, when leaves wither on the vine and our lives begin to wither at the prospect of winter. It only makes sense if we remember Spring will come again.
My Word of the Week: Show
Steve and the boys thought I’d gone completely mad when I rushed to the fence Friday evening after a band concert and dinner out. “Look, I see them,” I called out, and my three guys were completely flummoxed because I was looking toward the neighbors’ house but no one was home.
Surprised by Spring
I’ve watched the red squirrels and the black lab dance through the narrow flower beds over the past several weeks, convinced that every round paw print, every hole dug with tiny little squirrel feet, was driving my broccoli and lettuce and kale and pea and spinach...
My Word of the Week: Plans
plans – noun \ˈplanz\ : a set of actions that have been thought of as a way to do or achieve something : something that a person intends to do __________ I’ve got plans. Big plans. Just this weekend, my husband and I finalized our plans for a beach vacation with...
My Word of the Week: Spring
spring – noun, often attributive, \ˈspriŋ\ : the season between winter and summer : the season when plants and trees begin to grow : a twisted or coiled piece of metal that returns to its original shape when it is pressed down or stretched : the ability of...
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