Love is… for Woodrow

Love looks like Mama & Papa loving  a young boy and a

new brother both eager to know the world around them.

Love looks like baby chicks as they begin to grow feathers, and

large mooing cows with soft noses.

Love looks like black squealing pigs rolling in straw

and a pup jumping on you to remind you she’s there.

Love looks like the steadfastness of an old dog as Maggie

sleeps in the sun.

Love sounds like hooting owls awake and hunting at nighttime.

Love is fishing and swimming in the creek with Papa,

and cooking in the kitchen with Mama and Grandma.

Love looks like a cat named Golden who meows his hellos

and send an occasional warning with his sharp claws.

Love is a well written story to read alone, or share with others.

Summer gardens have edible love – fresh sweet corn,

all kinds of tomatoes, beans, squash, onions, garlic, okra –

cucumbers for munching and for making pickles.

A garden’s love looks like delicious nourishment that helps you grow.

Love is all around – you just have to recognize it.

Time of year

It’s here – that time of year when we can see the sunrise from our home, glorious

glowing on fire sky – but, it’s tempered by the fact that this is the time of year when

there’s not enough sunlight to go around. I leave for work in the dark, and

I arrive back home after dark. There’s just not enough daylight at this time of year.

I really just need more light…