Diane W. Bailey
It’s Friday and doing the blogging I look forward to each week with Lisa-Jo on her blog, The Gyspy Mama and we are doing five minute Fridays. She chooses a word and we write for Five Minutes. I went over Five minutes, but not by too much. Thank you Lisa-Jo! Once when I was young,…continue reading…
The rose bush in spring brings forth its buds with bloom to follow. Then the fading of color, and intoxicating fragrance that distinguishes a rose from any other plant in the garden, as one by one the petals fall to the ground. Gathering up the aged beauty we try to press them into books and…continue reading…
We tiptoe through the spheres of wet upon early morning grass to fill the feeder with grains and seeds; a plethora of delights for our friends who fly. Then inside to the window we go. We sit and wait with great expectation for our guests to arrive. Patience in the wait is rewarded as a…continue reading…
A ring given as a promise is made, and what was two is now one. And the young girl, whose dress is the color of innocence and whose dreams are tied up in bows makes her way forward with thoughts of one day. Those in silk and taffeta remember when they too were knee-high to…continue reading…
Thank you to all of our service men and women who put their lives on the line, and sacrifice time with their families to keep our country safe. And a special thank you to Heather Hines who allowed me the use of her picture. Their daddy is the first understanding they have of how much…continue reading…
She walks into the classroom and the peace in the room changes. Anger seems to radiate from her. Her physical topography is more mature than her age. And some of the words she uses hints that she has seen more of the darker side of life than any twelve year old should ever know. Rifling…continue reading…