I’m in love with these butter-yellow faces finally open to the sun. We planted these bulbs last Autumn, the ones Betsy gave us in…
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It is Palm Sunday.
Today begins a commemoration of the holiest week in human history.
It is an overcast March morning. And although the sun is…
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Prettiest pink tulips for our Passover meal on Holy Thursday.
With a nod to Layla’s Mediterranean Grill, we filled our table with pita, hummus, kibbeh, spiced…
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It is holy week. Spring, in all its popping and blooming and rejuvenation is turning the world majestic. I can feel my own slip of…
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A chilly wind kissed my cheek this morning as we met in the dark to run. Although it is Holy Week, there is still…
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I whisper this phrase to myself as I feed wire over bark, twist gently, and swing a lantern from our tree. Do you know…
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It is Saturday, and in a few hours darkness will pull its shadowy blanket up the side of the mountain. Come morning, light will…