Serendipity #5
My grandfather was a man of few words. Whenever we grandkids visited, he never called out a greeting or yelled for us to come join him in the garden. Instead, he would silently crook his finger from across the yard, … Continued
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My grandfather was a man of few words. Whenever we grandkids visited, he never called out a greeting or yelled for us to come join him in the garden. Instead, he would silently crook his finger from across the yard, … Continued
Walking through a neighborhood churchyard, I saw this beautiful feather lying all alone on the grass. It seemed so out of place there, in the middle of that manicured lawn, that I had to pause to take a look. The … Continued
I cover a lot of ground in my neighborhood. In fact, there are probably very few roads I haven’t been down at least once. Life’s little errands take me down many of these roads; flights of curiosity take me down … Continued
I’ve written before about serendipity. It’s when you find something you totally weren’t expecting to find. Yet, at the same time, it’s something the universe wants you to find. Or maybe it’s not the universe. Maybe it’s a Facebook group. … Continued
I love serendipity. And every now and then, that’s exactly what you find in the neighborhood. A spectacular sight you weren’t looking for … but you turn a corner and there it is. Or, in this case, you cross a … Continued