Morning Walks Through the Woods

Morning Walks Through the Woods

Morning Walks Through the Woods – We take the well-worn path that Winnie has made throughout the 17 years that she has been a part of our family. The path takes us by a field of wildflowers. There is a gentle breeze blowing, and the flowers are swaying back and forth, creating a sea of purple, yellow, red, and white on a backdrop of green and gold grasses.

Anniversary Celebration: Four Years of the Journey

Anniversary Celebration: Four Years of the Journey

Life is a Journey | As we celebrate four years of sharing our Life at Spring Meadows, in the next few days we will announce our first give-away that you will not want to miss! If you are subscribed to receive our email newsletter, you are already entered for the drawing that will take place November 1. If you share a link through Pinterest, Facebook, or Twitter, you name is entered again each time. Send us a message to let us know! Be sure to subscribe to be eligible for the drawing!

Keepsake Box | Telling a Life Story of Long Ago

Keepsake Box | Telling a Life Story of Long Ago

While browsing through an old box of keepsakes that belonged to my Grandmother Headrick (Mama Headrick is what we all called her!), I found several folded newspaper ads, a quilting pattern, postmarked letters from her family in Mississippi, and numerous handwritten recipes. The image that came to mind as I glanced through the recipes was her kitchen. Every time I entered her house through the back door into the kitchen, I would always find leftover biscuits with smoked bacon or maybe her teacakes fresh out of the oven. She passed away in September 1977, and I am sure this box of keepsakes have been stored even long before her death.

Morning Walks In the Gardens

Morning Walks In the Gardens

One of my favorite and most relaxing times is spent in the gardens, walking down the pathways in the early morning hours. The sun is barely up as I begin; dampness from the night still lingers in the air. The leaves of trees and flowers glisten with morning dew. Even though I took the same walk late the evening before, I always find something new along the paths. A beautiful flower may be blooming today, and only today. If I had chosen to not take the walk, I would have missed it!

Memories: Footprints on the Sands of Time

Memories: Footprints on the Sands of Time

Sitting on the floor, I tenderly unfolded the paper and began to read the words once again, line by line. As tears ran down my face, I understood the meaning of the poem so much more than I did as a young girl. The heart of the author was clear. He was filled with a love for teaching, his students, and life itself. But here he was facing a change in life and leaving behind a part of himself. Yes, he gave a gift but the gift was not the words on the paper as I thought