A Walk in the Woods

In the early morning, He waits. Marco does not.  He nudges a nose, cold and wet, under the edge of the quilt, searching for my bare arm. My feet are quick to hit the wooden floor because this hour is sweet.  This is my time for peace and solitude before the waking of husband and son, before the brewing of coffee, before the ringing of the phone. and the Blackberry, Thank you Sweet Jesus, is nowhere to be...

Rainy days

This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. ~ Psalms 118:24 It’s cool this morning.  The clouds hover and rain hangs in the air not quite ready to fall to the earth’s feet.  This morning a damp breeze blows through my window mingling with the steam rising from my coffee cup.  Earlier as I lay in bed, under an open window, the hooting of our neighborhood owl beckoned...

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