Through french doors of the great room, assisted by a few strong men, she comes in spring.  I hover near, dust cloth in hand.  Does she welcome this rescue from the tiny room where she was trapped, collecting dust, quilt patches, and stowed away canine treasures?  Regardless, I intend to discover her potential.  Read More Here

Hoping to make this blog better. . . posts here will be similar to the previous post, centred around a new venture: selling greeting cards.  I welcome your interest in it, but if you prefer a subscription to my other writing without the greeting card posts, do that over here.  I will continue posting little introductions like this to my other writing for your convenience.  Bless you for your understanding. - EM