Love the moment, love the dance, for life is but a moment and the dance a lifetime. John Larabee
Long before I moved to Lancaster, I would visit. I was fond of a certain park, one I frequented with Oscar, then just a puppy.
On Monday morning, I visited our backyard garden to pick several cherry tomatoes and a handful of blackberries from the vine. Holding these tiny nutritional gems in the palm of my hand warmed me, knowing that my husband John had nurtured each one for months. From soil to plate, the garden lifecycle for this small harvest was now complete. Today, John will tend to the remaining garden, and I will toss the tomatoes and blackberries into a larger breakfast salad to nourish us. Food is as much about the spirit as it is about nutrition.
My dusty alarm clock doesn’t get much use these days. No longer do I rise at 4 a.m. to the pulsating screams of the working
Learning keeps the brain young if it doesn’t get you in trouble first.
This week, I had dinner with a couple of friends – work buddies from a time when my life was quite different than it is
Yorktown was the final stop on our historic trek. Today, the scars of battle have been replaced by open fields and clusters of trees. The