Category Archives: Thankfulness

Lessons from Trees

This morning I could feel an autumn crispness in the air. A little bit of an uncomfortable nip crept inside my clothes as I stood at the top of the back steps waiting for our dog to do her thing so I could go back inside. Autumn is really here. Finally! It’s mid-November. Most of the leaves that still dangle from the branches over our front porch maintain a bit of green. Not the pale new green of spring, but the faded and weathered, worn-out green off a long summer finally giving up. While I watched out the front door I heard those leaves rattling and rustling as though a storm blew through. Hundreds of leaves blasted straight down from the tree before scattering in every direction, Some blew north, some east and some blew straight south. I think it must have been some kind of a downdraft. No, there weren’t any helicopters overhead. I checked. Sometimes, I guess blessings are like that. So much at once that you don’t know what to do with them

I decided to finish a poem I started last fall. Five yellow leaves on my apple tree. Maybe one day I’ll get that poem finished. It didn’t happen today. That apple tree has dozens of yellow leaves now. It was taller than me when my son planted it a few years ago for Mother’s Day.  It towers over our porch now. How old are apple trees when they start producing? I’m betting it has as much to do with their surroundings as their age. They may never bear fruit in an inhospitable environment.

I grew an avocado tree from the pit from my friend’s lunch. Thanks, Meleia. This summer it grew a branch. That tree is so tall and spindly I have to keep it staked as it is much taller than it is strong. It would die if I left it outside during the winter, but it grows too fast in the house. If I measure the pot and tree it is close to 6′ tall. What on earth am I going to do with a hyper-needy avocado tree?  (Advice is welcome and encouraged!)

And then, there’s my Christmas Tree. Usually, I put my tree up during fall break in October. It is nearly Thanksgiving and I have no desire to mess with rearranging the living room to find a space for the tree. Is that a sign of depression or simply exhaustion? Maybe a sign that I need to learn to say, “No.” to other people’s projects. Hmmm. Maybe.

May you and yours be blessed on this Veterans’ Day.



So you want to be a writer.

The first step is (according to Rene G.) get your behind in the chair.  She calls it BIC. Butt In Chair.  She is right.

With that most difficult of all steps taken, write!

It is that easy.  Several authors have been credited for saying, “Writing is easy.  Anyone can do it.  Just sit down and open a vein.”  It isn’t easy to put your heart out there for everyone to pick apart or to love.  It is extremely difficult.  I have reached the point where I am unable to refrain from writing.  I can go a few days, but I have to let the people in my heart and head talk.  I am working on getting published.  This takes almost as much courage and fortitude as parking your hind-end in your chair.  Remember:  you are writing what you want to write and not what they tell you to write.

If you need more advice or how-to information, I’d like to recommend that you pick up a copy of (or download a copy) Darlene Shortridge and Daniel Mawhinney’s book 40 Day Publishing.


AND for our words of the week:

  1. sagacity:  shrewd, canny, wise.  Showing great sagacity, he neatly avoided the overly inquisitive reporter’s ambiguous questions.
  2. sangfroid:  (cold blooded) composure or coolness, sometimes excessive, as shown in dangerous or trying circumstances, composure, poise, self assurance.  Despite the unwarranted attack on his reputation, he replied with great sangfroid.  No one could tell if he was offended or not.
  3. pixilated:  crazy or confused, it may also refer to the blurriness of pictures that have been enlarged beyond clarity’s reach. That boy is pixilated.  No doubt he’s suffering from spring fever.
  4. inchoate:  not fully formed, rudimentary, still in its beginning state.  The new leaders are dealing with an inchoate democracy.
  5. indolent:  lazy, wanting to avoid or avoiding activity or exertion.  The indolent young man wouldn’t get off the couch to fix his own lunch.

Enjoy and Be Blessed!


Isaiah 40:31

Wonderful days to come . . .

I am married to Mr. Wonderful!  Every day I am grateful that he is in my life.  Not every husband is perfect.  Mine is closer to perfection than anyone else’s.  Still on our honeymoon?  Well, yes.  Quite frankly we are.  We’ve only been married a scant eighteen years.  It will be nineteen years this summer.

Everyday that I can get out of bed by myself is a good day.  Lord, help me remember to be thankful for that much.

Everyday that I have enough to eat is a good day.  Lord, help me remember to be grateful for that much–and not overdo it.

Everyday that someone needs me to do anything is a good day.  Not being needed would be a sad place to be.  Help me remember to be grateful that I can help other people.  Help me to be willing to help others.

Help me remember where I once was.  Lord, it has been a very long time since I’ve taken time and remembered what all you’ve brought me through.

Thank you, Father!


This week’s words are chivying, circumspect, convivial, curmudgeon

  1. Chivy:  to tell someone repeatedly to do something.  (Go clean your room.)
  2. Circumspect:  careful, guarded, unwilling to take risks
  3. Convivial:  usually refers to an event or an atmosphere rarely used to describe people, but it means friendly, lively, joyful
  4. Curmudgeon:  not convivial at all!  bad tempered, cranky, surly
  5. Debauch:  to destroy innocence or purity.  Debauchery is corrupting or ruining.


Enjoy your words.  I hope you’re finding them useful!