Reflections

  • Grassing

    I like grass.  Whether in the pasture or the hay field, grass does not try to be more than their natural self.  Walk a field and I feel their rootedness and love of sun.  Whether ryegrass, wheatgrass, orchard grass, or tall fescue, I… Continue reading

    Grassing

  • Becoming Disturbed

    You can feel it without seeing it.  The blank stare—over the phone.  This was one of them.  I’d mentioned the Doctrine of Discovery with that tone of “of course you—as a leader within the Church—know something about this.”  I didn’t pick up on it… Continue reading

    Becoming Disturbed

  • Plum Moon

    The only word for this year’s plum moon season is, abundant.  It began in the late of winter.  The weather warmed and the fruit trees, all of them, bloomed at once.  Normally, the apricots will bloom first.  Followed by plumbs and then by the… Continue reading

    Plum Moon

  • Awfully Good

    My eight-year-old granddaughter came home from school and told a story using the phrase “awfully good.”  Eyes rolled when I asked what do you mean by “awfully” good?  We talk from time to time about words she picks up from school.  You can… Continue reading

    Awfully Good