Category: Rose’s Sunday Stories

10.15.23 They say a watched pot never boils. How true that occasionally is! When you want something good to happen and are waiting anxiously for it, time seems to slow down to a crawl yet on the other hand, when something unpleasant is expected, time passes at a gallop! Right now, I am wanting something… Continue reading The Joy of Milk!

10.1.23 October first! “A Nip and a Punch for the First of the Month” to all my friends out there! Darrell and I still carry on that traditional old saying to see who can get it in before the other when the first day of a new month rolls around! Of course, I have a… Continue reading Harvest Home… and eat the cake!

9.17.23 It is a little after half past four in the morning. Pitch black outside except for the lingering stars and Venus shining brightly. Maybe if I stood outside a while longer, I would be able to pick out Mercury. We were woken up this morning, Darrell briefly and me for the day, by the… Continue reading A Very Good Morning

9.3.23 Yesterday was a busy one for Darrell and I. We left home just after 7 o’clock in the morning with our little truck filled to the brim with soaps and lotions, books, tables, bins and all the other paraphernalia that goes along with being a vendor at a local market. We were heading to… Continue reading Blessed be Home…

8.26.23 Here we are nearing the tail end of August and the mornings are starting to feel more and more as if autumn is just around the corner. Over the past few days Mother Nature has seen fit to give us the gift of rain. Some of the showers have been brief while some have… Continue reading Time for a Time Out…

8.13.23 Last night, around one o’clock, I woke up and quietly headed into the living room. Every now and then when the Perseid’s meteor shower presents itself I like to bundle myself up in shawls and lay out on the front deck to partake in this heavenly event. Last night did not disappoint. As I… Continue reading Morning Peace

7.23.23 You know the old saying about a watched pot? Well, it is true. It does not matter whether it be the kettle on the hob for that first much anticipated cup of tea of the day, a car part freshly painted waiting for the second coat that cannot be applied until said first coat… Continue reading Kettles and Cows

7.9.23 Yesterday, in the early evening, we had the most wonderful rain. The clouds had been building since early afternoon and thunderstorms with abundant lightning had been predicted. Storms are welcome for the most part of the year but after a long, hot, dry spell, these summer storms in our part of the state tend… Continue reading The Writer’s Path

6.11.23 Friendships are funny things. Sometimes the most unlikely of people, people who seem polar opposites in all manner of things, become the firmest of friends. Animals too sometimes have the tendency to form the most unusual of bonds. That has sure become the case with our Bonnie dog and an outcast old rooster! We… Continue reading A New Calling

5.14.23 Sometimes even the strongest of chains will break. When they do, we often look hard, trying to find the weak link, wondering if it can be repaired, asking ourselves if repaired, can it ever be as strong as it once was? Life is sometimes like that isn’t it? Years and years and years ago,… Continue reading Broken Chains