Barbara Morgan of Stephensburg has loved working with flowers since her youth. On visits to her grandmother's home, she gathered wildflowers and cedar limbs to arrange in old coffee cans. Morgan loved walking through the woods, looking at the wildflowers and moss on the trees.
She’s grown that love of flowers and plant life into a 21-year career as a florist. Morgan and her husband, Jimmy, have owned The Rosey Posey Florist in Elizabethtown for 16 years.
Someone once said the mother-in-law daughter-in-law relationship is the toughest one to manage.
Can any other woman cook his favorite foods just like mom did or wash his clothes just so?
Is anyone good enough for the light of her life? Can anyone else treat her son with the love a mother has? Can she graciously move to second place as another woman takes first place in his heart?
I was thinking about this last week as we traveled eight hours to Commerce, Ga., to attend the funeral of my husband’s mother.
Well, the holiday season is upon us again, and I do mean upon us. I viewed my first holiday commercial on Halloween night. Please, could they wait until November before they start reminding us to rush out and buy or, back by popular demand, use lay-away?
An attitude of gratitude is the best attitude to develop not just because of the season, but because of all the blessings we have been granted. No matter how bad things get, how rushed you are or how sad you are, you can always find someone worse off than you.
A pond is not just a pond, even if the cattle don’t keep its bottom packed tightly enough to hold water, even if brush fills its boundaries until nobody knows it was ever even there, nobody but you. It lives on, just as we all hope to do, in the memories of those who knew it best.
I’ll also never enjoy the phrase “domestic goddess,” but that’s a whole other column.
But I’m not sure I was made for this type of work. I mean, I don’t necessarily care I’ve had stacks of magazines on the end table for months and every month the stack just keeps growing. I keep meaning to go through them and get rid of the ones I don’t need — probably all of them — but I don’t ever seem to have the time. Or the desire.