Our church had its annual Harvest Party, and the bonfire did not disappoint.

Barth never gets far in the CD without proclaiming good news.

This morning two brown thrashers were literally thrashing around in my backyard.

“People who bore one another should meet seldom; people who interest one another, often.” -C.S. Lewis

On this glorious Saturday I’m catching up on Mars Hill Audio and wishing someone else would mow the lawn.

Back porch situation.

I bet a lot of people who say they regularly get eight hours of sleep each night mean they are regularly in bed for eight hours each night. Which is not the same thing.

The fall warbler migration is nearly upon us, you guys.