When my yellow iris shows it first bloom, I think of the old cemetery that is on the top hill of one of our family’s pasture. There hasn’t been anyone buried there for decades, but years ago someone planted…Continue
Added by Linda Hubalek on April 26, 2012 at 12:42pm — No Comments
We’re in the process of building our own house, doing almost all of the work ourselves. This week I’ve been pounding in nails on wall edging, and taping and mudding sheet rock. My finger joints and wrists feel like they could break off as they are so tired and sore.
But then I think of this diary entry from Butter in the Well…
Added by Linda Hubalek on April 11, 2012 at 10:43am — No Comments