Christmas is telling time-wondering time. Wonder enough about it, and you'll know, and you'll tell about it.
If there were no valleys of sadness and death, we could never really appreciate the sunshine of happiness on the mountain top.
We were so far back in the woods, they almost had to pipe in sunlight.
What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?
I was raised on a little farm about 12 miles out of Portsmouth, Ohio.
You couldn't beg, borrow, or steal a job in 1931, 1932... it was really tough.