Fruit Harvest

A small apple orchard stood on the farm where I lived as a child. The trees thrived in their environment and produced several varieties of apples, although I can’t name them today. I still love to eat apples fresh from a tree. My mother made apple pies, apple sauce,...

Bittersweet

Today, November 15, is Rylen’s birthday. In earth years he is six. Such sweet memories of him mingled with the sadness (for me) of his Home-going last March. This is written from a grandmother’s heart. BITTERSWEET Little One– When you arrived, we...