It’s hard for us to fathom that anything could grow,

In cold and frozen ground that’s covered with fresh snow,

But not for our Creator God, the maker of all things,

The seeds that He has sown right now, will flourish in the spring.

Those seeds come in many sizes, from minuscule to great,

When cast upon the snow white fields, it never is too late,

For plants to rise from nothingness to trees that touch His face,

God breathes new life in little things, then nurtures them with grace.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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11 Responses to WINTER SOWING

  1. Love it, Kathy! I took a walk yesterday and enjoyed throwing some of those whirly giggers up in the air to watch them spin. 🙂

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  2. On the property where I live is a pine tree. I heard thumps recently and picked up new pinecones.

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    • says:

      I love pine trees. Especially the tall ones that are used as posts for electrical lines. They seem to me a brigade of soldiers defending what’s inside.


  3. hatrack4 says:

    We called seeds from MawMaw’s poplar maple tree, whirlybirds, because the seed pods had those blades that spun when the fell. We would pick up the seed pods and throw them up and watch them spin to the ground. Amazing what will entertain a small child – and without turning on the TV.

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  4. Rebecca says:

    Beautiful poem, Kathy!

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  5. oneta hayes says:

    Lovely, Kathy. “trees to touch his face” How do you achieve such eloquent images!

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