Tag: Ruth Haley Barton

  • I heard the peepers! Hope soars as spring eases in.

    The truest harbinger of spring has to be the sweet, sweet sounds of peepers in the evening.  Last night as I took the dogs out, I heard them.  True it was faint, but that sound is undeniable. Then this morning, just before dawn, I stepped outside and again I heard that glorious…

  • I know. Ash Wednesday over, Lent begins. I’m not ready.

    The long, cold winter has so consumed my psyche that I was unprepared to accept the arrival of March.  We seem so far away from the typical spring images that usually accompany March.  And accompanying that, I was surprised when I realized that Tuesday was Mardi Gras, which meant that Wednesday…