Mom, it’s a Wednesday afternoon and I am sitting in your wheelchair, bumped up against the couch, watching you sleep. A spring rain is…
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Snowmelt is filling the canyon streams. Our tulips are poking through the leaves. And even the cherry trees are starting to show their pinkish…
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If you’ve been reading wildnprecious for a while, you know I live by the mantra “better late than never.” But these days I’m starting…
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A couple weeks ago I posted the above photo and wrote, “On days like today, when the roofline blends in with the sky, and my…
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My last post was one month ago, at Segullah. A brief listing of my treasures. My gratitudes. An attempt to be aware of this…
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On Thanksgiving Eve, we wrote gratitude lists, counted gifts, filled paper to the edges then taped our thanks to the kitchen wall. This special…
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“Election Conspectus!” Sounds like a spell from Harry Potter. And while I don’t intend to wax political, I can’t help but draw a slight…
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A couple months ago Eliza was asked to paint something for the cover of our children’s church program. I absolutely love this mixed media…
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Last week, on a blustery-gray morning, I dropped the kids at school and rather than driving home to do breakfast dishes, drove up into…
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Summer is officially gone. The Fall equinox brought rain, sweatshirts, and the most glorious color spilling itself across the Wasatch Mountains. I will write…