The last school bell rang today. Yellow buses hummed into the neighborhood. And children from the cul-de-sac and just beyond soon filled our house. It will be this way all Summer. Kids eating watermelon around our kitchen table. Kids playing doctor in my office. Kids dressing up as princesses in… Read More
I built boxes.
I filled them with soil.
I fenced them in. View Post
A few years ago my father-in-law, Phil, started making trips up from Texas a couple times a year to plant a garden in our backyard for us. He tilled up a square in my backyard and put seeds in the ground. It looked easy. Becky and I watched him work,… Read More
Grandaddy was a Southern Baptist until he tried to start a co-ed Sunday school class. The church wouldn’t allow it so he took his bible and his family across the street to the Presbyterians where he served as a teacher and elder for decades afterward. As tall and thin and… Read More