To the Small Moments

To the Small Moments

I wake up when the dawn is just starting to make the edge of my sky tint with blue and gold. There’s breakfast to make and lunch to pack before Scott rushes off to work. And then, when the sun is up above the trees, I get Charlotte her breakfast and start my own working day….

Signposts to the Kingdom: an interview with Andrew Peterson

Signposts to the Kingdom: an interview with Andrew Peterson

Several years ago, someone in my family brought a CD home to Eyrie Park and played it on our twenty-five year old stereo system in the living room. During the subsequent Christmas months, we played “Behold the Lamb of God” once or more a day. We were officially mesmerized with the music of Andrew Peterson. Shortly after that, my…

Freckles

Freckles

When the hills and lower mountains grew mossy-coloured in late spring, I reveled in it. And to celebrate, I usually read some Gene Stratton Porter. Her descriptions of the verdant swamps and woods of the Midwest always added to the general fresh and green feeling of those few months of spring.

The End.

The End.