In Silva Coram Deo
It is quieter here, now, than it has been at any other time before. Our voices amplify along the trail, their clear sounds gamboling between…
A Prospective Picnic
“What’s inside it?” asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity. “There’s cold chicken inside it,” replied the Rat briefly; “coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrollscresssandwidgespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater–” “O stop, stop,” cried the Mole…
Taper of Grief
Outside, coursing in from the west, the amber and violet gloaming has begun. Dinner is over, and I sit at the piano. Behind me a…
Vaneetha Risner {Deep Draughts}
As I considered these truths, something stirred in me. My scars are significant and precious. I shouldn’t keep hiding them. I am recognizable by them;…
Springtime at Home {Ithilien House}
Here at our house, the most striking evidence of how the world has changed is in the garden. It would have been relatively empty this…
Small Book of Beauties
It was an extravagance, and I knew it. I passed this small journal in a favorite bookshop for months, stopping to admire it a few…
Saturday Afternoon Tea: Lenten Leap Day
On Ash Wednesday, the girls and I slipped into the darkened sanctuary of a church not our own. We shed our coats in a swath…