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Happy Easter


The calendar says March 25.  Most everyone agrees so that is what I have to go with (even though March has been a blur).  Three weeks ago yesterday, I was diagnosed with the flu. Two days after that, I ended up in the hospital, a nurse telling me I was septic.  Countless fluids, two antibiotics, one unmentionable ailment that attacks women who take antibiotics, and I’m still coughing, still short of breath at times, and a little irritated that I don’t feel completely back to myself.  Still, each day finds me feeling better…and I’ll take it with a smile!

The second night, lying in that hospital bed, I finally got how people die from the flu. I’ve always been a major eye-roller at the severity of the illness. Take the Tamiflu, get lots of rest and fluids, and voila – all better!  Nope. Not even close.  I’m now a walking, talking PSA for getting your annual flu shot.  I’ll never miss one again.

While I was down and out, spring rushed in.  More like blasted in.  In my tiny corner of the world, spring has sprung. Buttercups continue to blossom, forsythia bushes burst to life and have already begun to fade until next year.  Tiny leaves have already begun to sprout on the trees, and the battle with weeds has started.

But with spring comes such hope…such promise.  Spring reminds us all that everything old will become new again, that the cycle of life continues whether we’re active participants or not.  Spring reminds me that this world is not all there is. This place is truly just my temporary home.  Something warmer, steadier and even more beautiful than a spring morning in Tennessee awaits.  Even though I cherish my life now, when I hear the news on the T.V. or miss loved ones so badly it clogs my throat, I stop and remember…this is just temporary.  One day…one day soon there will be no more terrorists, no more pain, no more aging, no more disease…not where I’m going to live.

Happy Easter and Happy Spring to everyone.  I hope with each flower you see, each bud you encounter, with each bird you hear singing, you find your hope and are filled with peace only the true meaning of Easter can bring.


My son took this picture and sent it to me.  He told me I could use it for my blog.  So sweet that he even thought about my blog…he’s truly one of my blessings…along with his sister and daddy and my wonderful family.  They make this temporary home a blessing each and every day.


Many Easters ago.  I love it…they probably won’t!  How I miss little white Easter dresses and a snaggletooth smile!


I See Yellow!


A little yellow cup, a little yellow frill, a little yellow star, and that’s a daffodil.

 Surrounded by the brown, bleak world of winter, the very first smidgen of color finally graced our farm.  A bright, sunny yellow surrounded by a few shoots of green.  Tiny in comparison to the fields of gray, but size doesn’t matter.  A little yellow cup …a little yellow buttercup.  And I’m so thankful they’re here.


How did these get here? I wonder who planted them? I wish I knew!

I always teach the poem above to my students, but I have never called these bright flowers daffodils.  They have always been buttercups to me.  Maybe it’s a southern thing.  I’m blessed to live on an old farm that has a lot of these beauties.  The smaller, wild variety line my driveway, and the yard is full of a mixture of hand-planted bulbs.  There are White Lions and Butter and Eggs, Twin Sisters and Birthday Girls.  They are all gorgeous and such a joyful surprise each spring.  Don’t you love their nicknames?

After a long, cold winter, I sure am glad to see their shining faces!


A little warmth for your day:  A sweet girl came up to me with the United States map.  She said, “Mrs. Rackley…show me where Afree-gani-a-stan is on here.  My friend’s daddy is there.”  I told her we needed a globe for that one.  Only six-year olds can sound so cute saying Afghanistan.

And this was a paper turned in by a student today.  They had spelling sentences for homework last night.  Check out number 3.

This is homework from one of my sweetest students.  He/she may have had a little help with a few of these.

He/she may have had a little help with a few of these.

As winter squeezes us with its last fierce hugs, I hope you all find color and warmth in the world around you.  Hang on tightly, spring is on its way!

Changing of the Seasons


The older I get, the more I dislike winter.  I’m a lover of seasons…truly.  Each is so unique and breathtaking in its own special way.  Living in the south, we are blessed with four very distinct seasons.  Some years, summer strangles us with thick humidity, some springs are wet and muddy, most falls are crisp and dry, but winter was never-ending this year.  It hung on and hung on and hung on….

Even though I adore a roaring fire and a warm blanket on cold nights, I know winter can zap me.  Snow rarely occurs in our nook of the world so I stay inside watching the cold, gray scenery.  I read profusely.  I write when I can.  Still, it’s blah…it’s winter.  The winter blues come to visit and tend to stay way too long.

But…the world has blossomed again.  Thick, robust green covers the ground and fills out the trees.  Spring has saved me!


Spring reminds me that everything is new again.  What has withered away, returns.  What seems so out of reach during the drab of winter, is once again at my fingertips.


I found the ivy cross below growing on the side of an out-building.  With absolutely no training from me, it’s growing in this shape.  The first time I saw it, it took my breath away.


Which season do you savor?  Which season causes you to smile at the mention of its name?

Spring is Coming


“Spring is coming, spring is coming. How do you think I know?  I saw a pretty daffodil.  I know it must be so…”


Spring is trying to arrive in southern Tennessee.  The first visions of daffodils (buttercups is my preferred name for them), brilliant blue skies, and the fluttering of robin’s wings are easing into our landscape.  Winter has held on tight this year, but even as it grips with freezing nights, stubborn signs of spring keep sprouting around us.


Forsythia Bush

Red-breasted robins fluttered in the front yard this sunny afternoon.  Folklore states that if you…

Make a wish
on the first robin you see in spring, it will come true – if you can finish
making the wish before the robin flies away.”


I’m craving color…greens of every shade, pinks and lavender, sunny yellows.  The first signs of new growth are whispers that it is all on its way.