Friday, June 19, 2020
Angels Of Mercy - Up On Roan Mountain ~ 3rd of Trilogy
The Love and Mercy story continues...
with Angels Of Mercy
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
The Love and Mercy - Up On Roan Mountain Trilogy continues....
Heading back to the Roan in June for the Rhododendron Festival. Taking Edge of Mercy with me!Monday, March 13, 2017
Grandmother Maude
When I was little, going to my grandmother Maude's house was one of the highlights of my life. It was absolutely wonderful there. Almost magical, actually.
The sun streamed through her sunny, warm kitchen window and somehow, right into my heart. She had a special kind of sunshine that somehow made it all better, no matter what it was that was bothering you. She always had an innate and special way of wrapping her love around you like a warm, snug blanket. For those of you that didn't get a chance to know their grandparents and to know that sort of wonderfulness, I am deeply and truly sorry. You missed more than words can say.
She visits with me quite often in my dreams lately. No, she doesn't actually visit with me, but my heart does seem to seek her out in my dreams. I guess my heart is still searching for the warmth and accepting love that she gave to me and everyone else, so freely. We all need some good ol' "grandma" love, every now and then. It feeds and nourishes the soul. I hope you find all that you need to soothe your soul today.
The smell of bread baking still takes me back there in an instant. There was always something wonderful simmering on her stove.
Press your fingertip deep into the middle of your biscuits, just before you bake them nice and golden brown. It makes a little "Grandma well" that holds the butter really well. That little dimple in your biscuit also provides a place for the 'love' to land. There was sure love in each and every biscuit that my Grandma Maude, made. She made sure to dimple each and every one.
The sun streamed through her sunny, warm kitchen window and somehow, right into my heart. She had a special kind of sunshine that somehow made it all better, no matter what it was that was bothering you. She always had an innate and special way of wrapping her love around you like a warm, snug blanket. For those of you that didn't get a chance to know their grandparents and to know that sort of wonderfulness, I am deeply and truly sorry. You missed more than words can say.
She visits with me quite often in my dreams lately. No, she doesn't actually visit with me, but my heart does seem to seek her out in my dreams. I guess my heart is still searching for the warmth and accepting love that she gave to me and everyone else, so freely. We all need some good ol' "grandma" love, every now and then. It feeds and nourishes the soul. I hope you find all that you need to soothe your soul today.
The smell of bread baking still takes me back there in an instant. There was always something wonderful simmering on her stove.
Press your fingertip deep into the middle of your biscuits, just before you bake them nice and golden brown. It makes a little "Grandma well" that holds the butter really well. That little dimple in your biscuit also provides a place for the 'love' to land. There was sure love in each and every biscuit that my Grandma Maude, made. She made sure to dimple each and every one.
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