When bygone days of winter pass and snow is off the ground,

I tend to think of planting things, and wait without a sound,

There’s nothing like new life I think, while pushing through dead leaves,

The natural mulch has molded some and makes me want to sneeze.

Still there is something calling me, to dig and plant and wait,

I can’t describe what’s stirring me, it just makes me feel great.

So onward, ever onward now, to find a nursery,

With COVID cash I’m going to shop, I might just buy a tree.

Then suddenly it hits me , I don’t do manual labor,

I’ll just bake some cookies for our husky next door neighbor,

But he just moved a month ago, so I am up a creek,

I best forget the gardening until my bones don’t squeak.



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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1 Response to TOO SOON TO DIG IN

  1. Well said Kathy. Spring invites us to participate in some of its annual magic. Thanks for sharing your artwork, too. God’s peace to you and Paul.

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