You ARE an Artist!
Loving Creator, help me reawaken my childlike sense of wonder at the delights of Your world! ~ Marilyn Morgan Helleberg Amongst the patches of Georgia red clay and overgrown rose bushes that hang over the way… even amidst the backyard play, there are things that grow every day… A new daylily. Some from my Daddy’s yard and some from Mama Ann’s. Names like prairie moonlight,
Both my grandfathers planted their gardens on Good Friday. We’ve adopted this tradition as well. And while it’s a good practice to wait until Good Friday because all danger of frost has past, we’ve discovered another significance. We talk about Easter. We pour that fresh soil into a flower bed. And a little finger makes a little hole for a sunflower seed. It’s then that
Got cucumbers? Nana did! She was given a whole bunch of cucumbers. And guess what we did? We made homemade pickles from the Duggar family recipe like we have done before. Homemade Pickles It goes like this. We rinsed the cucumbers. We got to rinse the jars. We unwrapped the garlic. I loved the way it smelled. Nana sliced the cucumbers into spears then we
Post Father’s Day weekend. Post breakfast Saturday morning – we load up. Head to the hills north of us. Two hours and we’re there. We hug necks, visit with Grandma L. and then get the honor of a garden tour. And this tour included so much of the nature that we’ve recently studied. Oakleaf hydrangea bigger than biggest boy. Mary Todd, prairie dawn, little joy…just
