Fresh starts

Two weeks ago, I sat down to write a long overdue post in My Souther Heart, the blog I’ve been writing since 2007.  If you read my blog from 2007-2012, the posts from my life in Oregon have been archived in a separate location.  I appreciate you following my blog through this journey and invite you to continue to do so.   As I logged on to my blog host, I realized I had not upgraded the most recent WordPress.  I was tired and not paying attention at the time.  I made the big mistake of upgrading from the blog host …

Growing older…

I remember the beginning. Fifty-three years ago, when we were all young, life lay stretched out ahead of us. Children in our future…grandchildren beyond that. A path we were laying out in neat little stones leading to what we thought would be our future. Even then, time seemed like it would go on forever. I know you’ve said it:  “if only I had known then, what I know now”. I wish I had known then that I didn’t have all the time in the world. We thought we did of course. There’s something to be said for surviving the storms …

The bench…

I saw an advertisement in our local Facebook Marketplace the other day for a red bench.  Amish made, sturdy, in excellent condition and only three twenty-dollar bills.  The memories started flooding in.  I’ll have a birthday soon and my memory isn’t always that reliable but I just knew that, somewhere in time, we’d had a red bench.  I contacted the owner and we picked up the bench right after my eye doctor appointment last Friday.  It was perfect.  The color is a gorgeous burgundy red.  It is sturdy and I have no doubt Amish made.  She said it used to …

Thirteen years…

Thirteen years have passed between these two photographs.  This little angel is now fifteen and a half years old.  This cute as a button toddler turned into a beautiful young lady with a giving, tender heart.  She’s very smart, quite talented and a whole lot taller than her grandmother.  She plays the piano and the marimba beautifully (it’s an instrument that looks like a gigantic xylophone and sounds amazing).  And she swims competitively.  Yes, I know I sound like a proud grandmother!  Today was grandparents day at her school.  Grandpa Doug and I were so very happy to be there …

My Southern Heart again…

If you read my blog, My Southern Heart, from May 2008 to August 2012, then you’re going to think this looks totally different. You’re right – it does. All the entries from my time in Oregon have been archived and I’ll have a book printed just for me. Five hundred pages full of reflections, photos, family, farm life, gardening, travels, the Pacific Northwest and so many delicious recipes. But it was time to put it all away and start My Southern Heart all over again. (The posts that you see in the pages and archives here are from My Southern …