Grateful for little jewels

Nature is amazing.  On a thistle just blooming, a sparkling gem?  No just a beetle shiny and green.

She braved all the stickers, thorns, bristle, and impaling barbs to sun herself and show off her glorious color.

Does weight watchers mean you watch the weight go up?

Ok….a week and I gain.

Double the fitness points….no swapping.  And I gain half a pound?

It’s such a kick in the gut to finally buy a scale after a year, and realize you are in super, big, trouble…but!

Committing to a program and kicking it for a week and no progress?

I’m cursing Brussels sprouts.

A Bygone time


I pass the cemetery on the way to take care of the bees.

The Willing Workers Cemetery.

It started off as the Colored cemetery in a very Catholic area of Texas.

Most of the former slaves, and workers in the area weren’t Catholic, and couldn’t be buried in the church cemetery.  So here is their little patch of land.

Some of those lying here were born in the 1850’s….Back when Texas was it’s own Sovereign nation, and slavery in the US was still legal.

The cemetery is still used, still cared for, and the Willing Workers come out and take care of it on a regular basis.  It’s a very peaceful spot.



The fascinating things you can find on back roads in Texas.  I’m very curious about their stories.

Guy Hicks a Private in Company B in WWI.

Andy and Adeline Cunningham, born in Slavery, but married, and lived their short time together.

It makes me wonder at their stories.

Happy Resurrection Day!

Easter is such a special time.  The earth is renewing.  The dormant trees are budding.  Flowers coming to life.

It is also the time that Christians celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus.  The Risen and ever living.  The Alpha and Omega.  The Second Adam.  The Redeemer.  The Sinless, Spotless lamb who took away the sins of the world. 

Many ask Why?  What I’ve learned, and what I believe.

Because He was the only One who could.

You don’t have to believe.  But I get to Believe.  I choose to believe.  And yes, inspite all my messed up ways, I know….I know He’s there, I know he loves me, and I’m so happy he does.

Happy Resurrection Sunday!

New Green

When the wind blows through the bowers,

The north wind rattles and rakes the flowers.

The sun is hot but wind blows cold.

The green is new.

The earth is old.

Gratitude Thursday

It’s rainy, and a bit chilly out.

But I got the garden beds turned and fertilized before the rain.  I’m grateful.

It took 8 hours total to break up and weed the three vegetable beds.  I’m grateful for the strength and time to do it.

6 big garbage bags of debris have been taken to the curb.  I’m grateful for garbage pick up.

My muscles are sore, and my hands are a bit scratched and cut up.  I’m grateful to be able to grow things, and a big yard to grow them in.

What are you grateful for today?

a voice, a poem


I’m speechless.  As often as I’ve read and recited, and mused over this verse.  I’ve never been moved by it, like I am with his reading….  Shakespeare Sonnet 18, read by Tom Hiddleston.

I’m very grateful that I found this.