More Than a Valentine

Again. Wistfully placing a few books back onto a shelf, Annie sighed. Oh, it wasn’t that she was upset. Not really, anyway. It’s just that …well, it was like a sore finger that kept getting paper cuts. She had several such annoying slices lined up on...

Watermelon Sky

Dust. Or was it dirt? I couldn’t tell. Brushing a finger across the wooden surface I inspected the granules for myself. No, it was probably dust. Though dirt wouldn’t have surprised me. Ever since arriving in this inspiring landscape I had noticed the...

The Weary World …Rejoices

I think I’ll always remember it. The winter of 1940 was not particularly hope-filled for many homes. The knowledge of faraway bombings felt like faint echoes of encroaching pain. War was just like its name. An indication of feisty combat, a sign of disunity, a...

Weak Things for Great Things | Storytime

Dottie pulled one index finger slowly down the pane. Autumn frosts had glittered into existence and this morning’s sunlight turned every glint into a transient diamond. She smiled and watched the coolness melt against the heat of her hand. Murky grays melded into...

A Sign of Coming Life | Storytime

It was a wandering, windy, wonderful day of watching. Watching the squirrels making their last minute runs for stockpiling food. Watching a few lingering geese spread their wings and signal their start south. Watching the remaining oak leaves flicker into the path...