{Re}plant

I’m convinced that they call it a yard because you can only do one yard at a time. Especially in the Texas heat. My Pinterest board, called One YARD At A Time!, is filled with small projects and ideas for growing gardens in full-on shade. Interestingly, most of my yard is shade. The beautiful trees…

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{Re}runs

Tonight was a great night for us. We finally got our pizza and our new 4K TV set up. We opted to rewatch one of our favorite shows, Psych. Season 6’s “Last Night Gus” is our favourite. We like the musical too. We laugh and laugh at it. Enjoy the trailer below.

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{Re}organize

It’s amazing to me how often I have to reorganize again. It seems that one new blouse or a pair of jeans causes some kind of domino effect. This effect sends me on a drawer and closet reorganization frenzy. Remember those repotted plants? It took me forever to find a place for the extra two…

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{Re}order

We promised ourselves that we were going to eat in. Cook for ourselves. Forego Uber Eats, Caviar, or Doordash. So much for self-promises. With $10 pie night at Pie Tap calling to us, we enthusiastically ordered over Doordash. Doordash dashed our hopes and taste buds by not delivering. There was nothing else to but either…

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{Re}lentless

The worship song Reckless Love was going through my mind today. Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of GodOh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nineI couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself awayOh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God, yeah Reckless Love by Cory…

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{Re}quest

Not even a month in yet, I get little panic attacks almost every day. Do I have 365 agains in me? About the time I start to despair something happens and the again presents itself. You desire and you do not have; you murder and envy and you cannot obtain; you quarrel and fight. You…

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{Re}visit

At dinner tonight, Keck tried to write my post. He suggested again words and re words all night. Making many of them up. His favourite was {re}chocolate. You see, Kate Weiser was right down the way. We both wanted to go back. Yet, re-chocolate is not a real word. It didn’t stop us from going…

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{Re}colour

When I was a small redhead, people would tell me I had pretty hair. I’d reply, “I know it.” Later, though grade-school. Then, I started to wish it weren’t so red. Weren’t so new penny copper. I’d put lemon juice on it. Perm it. I hated it. In high school and college, I started to…

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