DELIGHTS

Hello Fellow Readers, Thanks to all of you our Garden Dilemma chats have run for 239 weeks and counting! We shared a range of topics this last year from the most recent ones – the history of poinsettias known as the Flowers of the Holy Night and the Magnitude of Promise of 5,000

Hello Fellow Readers, There’s a country song written by Pat Alger and Ralph Murphy, sung by Kathy Mattea, that I adore. The chorus of Seeds speaks volumes starting with “We’re all just seeds in God’s hands. We start the same, but where we land is sometimes fertile soil and somet

Hello Fellow Readers, Fall is for gathering in the coziness of the season. I recently had the joy of visiting my piano teacher from way back when. She’s now a grand 89 years wise. I’m not sure how long ago she became “Mom J” (J for Jackson) but have fond memories of her 80

Hello fellow readers, Once again I write from Virginia and admit I’m weary. Witnessing a loved one suffer is heartbreaking; Mom’s greatest suffering is from fear. When I arrived Saturday her deep cough and spiked fever seemed inevitable. To sooth her, I began reading an abridged child

Hello fellow readers, The Blairstown’s Village Green, also known as the pocket park where the old Community Center once stood, benefited from a weeding frenzy and a hefty load of mulch. Thanks to a busload of energetic students from Centenary College in Hackettstown, NJ. Patti Doell w

Today Mom turned 88. In anticipation of her birthday, a quandary of what to send, I came across this beautiful reminder of eight while on a road walk with Miss Ellie. I sent her the photo as a birthday card. Mom always loved horses and often reminisced about her beloved horse Jack. Fo

Nature’s inspirations are sometimes seen looking up! I took this photo on December 18, 2015 from the side of the road; Cobblewood  Road, Blairstown to be specific. As a result of stumbling upon this puffy treat I made a note-to-self : Never overlook looking up!

Hello fellow readers, If I may share the story of Bill’s stones. One of my most frequented meditative walks is along Camp Road, then up to Mohican Outdoor Center in Blairstown NJ, which is contiguous with the Appalachian Trail. Since my dear brother, Bill, passed away in a few d

Hello fellow readers, Tis a few days before Christmas and all through the valley, folks are scrambling like lunatics with their last minute rally. ‘The stockings all hung by the chimney with care. In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.’ Anticipating Santa coming sure takes th