Posts with the tag “judy-adams”

In the spring of the year, before Wayne died, we would often find ourselves driving through rural Southside Virginia. Dominating the landscape were fields plowed and ready for crops or just showing signs of something growing in neat, parallel rows that seemed to go on for miles. Occasionally I would see an unplowed field or one covered with bright green grass. They were called "Fallow Fields".The ...  Read More

These last few days have been a breath of fresh air after all the rain early March brought us. Michael and I have been busy with yard work that somehow gives us a new perspective on the landscape around our house and brings ideas for far too many projects. Yet being in the fresh air energizes us; it isn’t until we stop that our muscles begin to protest the arduous activities of tilling, shoveling,...  Read More

Surprised, I looked closer at my knee. Yes, there it was, after all these years: the scar still with the cinders that Dad was not able to clean out when I fell off my bike onto the unpaved road I grew up on. Not that he couldn’t have cleaned them out; I was crying and screaming so hard that my tenderhearted Dad couldn’t bear for me to continue to be in pain.When I think back to that event seventy ...  Read More

The ashes lay black and gray in the bottom of the fire pit. No lingering embers, no smokey smell. Only ashes, remnants of a brief, blazing fire which gave us warmth and light on a cold New Year’s Eve. Now no life-giving light or heat, only dead ashes.Ash Wednesday this year is February 14—Valentine’s Day, a day we celebrate love. How ironic, I think, that the reminder of our mortality is linked to...  Read More