The beauty of the earth
Ivy Joy. You are the thrush that sings in the morning, sweet with joy from the crown of the tree. You are the laurel about my head, victory green and new. You ...
Ivy Joy. You are the thrush that sings in the morning, sweet with joy from the crown of the tree. You are the laurel about my head, victory green and new. You ...
Today I’m sharing over at They Call Me Blessed as part of the 30 Ways We Homeschool Blog Party! Click for a peek into our approach to home education:...
Dear Arden, Can we believe it’s been almost six years since you were re-making me into a mother? And now you are the big girl helping to make smooth the a...
Little boy blue, come play your pipe –Enchanting with every stepand sound from your lips.You pull me out of bed by your tousled head,catch my eye wi...