I know most of you who read this also read the Sunday Passage...so I won't go into details of the entire week end...However, if you did not subscribe, let me know and I will send a copy to you.
Philip left this morning. We said good bye in the yard under the twinkle lights of the trellis before dawn. The rain was falling soft and gentle and the only sounds were that of the early morning crickets.
It was dark and quiet in the house when I went back in...I wiped off the rain from my eyes..or maybe they were tears.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Thank you.
The Trine University Theatre Company on closing night of The Matchmaker.
-
The first time I went to summer camp, I was ten and it was girl scout camp. I remember my mom and dad leaving me standing in the doorway o...
-
Taking a walk down town, one will find our circle of commerce. It really is a small town and the circle includes our courthou...
-
When I was a little girl, my grandmother would always say, “When the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen.” I am sure...