It was not raining when I woke on Sunday. There was a bit of wind rattling the bare oak branches and the sky was that now familiar, pale pewter color.
Published: Thursday, February 28th, 2019 @ 2:36 am
By: Michele Rhem
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It is almost April and still, we wait for tulips. The evenings in March still warrant a blanket and frost blankets the fields of winter wheat, in the first hours, of the day.
Published: Saturday, March 31st, 2018 @ 1:19 am
By: Michele Rhem
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I was up long before dawn, this day. I was at the early service in the back yard of the rabbit patch, standing under a sycamore, not bearing a single leaf, when morning broke.
Published: Wednesday, December 13th, 2017 @ 12:59 pm
By: Michele Rhem
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