Tuesday, March 21, 2017

An early Spring in Virginia


Many of our flowers and tree blossoms have been frozen and heated and frozen again for weeks here in Virginia this early spring.

I'm hoping my pink and white Dogwoods will have some bloom in the end.  If any of you have read my book The Hart of Telendaria you'll know I'm especially fond of them and the Wisteria around the property.

I suppose there is some metaphor in this; perhaps we are too eager for things and we need to take a pause now and again to make sure it's the right timing of a matter.

I am hopeful for Easter this year, perhaps because of the back and forth with the weather.  Somehow Easter for me is the beginning of spring and the renewal of all things.

Happy Spring  ;)

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Re-blog St. Patrick A Pirates Tale


Not many people realize St. Patrick wasn't born in Ireland, in fact he was born in Britain.  Some say he was born into a privileged family with his father being a deacon and minor local official.

It was at the age of 16 Pirates kidnapped him for a ransom and carried him away by ship to Ireland.

He spent six years working as a herdsman and depended upon his faith to see him through; apparently his father didn't pay a ransom for his son.

One night he had a dream which told him a ship was ready to return him to his family.  He escaped his master and found passage to Britain.

He nearly starved and had a second brief captivity before he was reunited with his family.

In the Confessio, his spiritual autobiography he tells of another dream where he's given a letter headed "The Voice of the Irish."  As he read it he seemed to hear a certain company of Irish beseeching him to walk once more among them.

He had doubts of his calling, but in the end did return to Ireland with confidence in the Lord to see him through.

After many years of service, Saint Patrick died in Ireland having fulfilled his calling.

For more amazing facts about Saint Patrick, his faith and his love for the Irish people, check out Encyclopedia Britannica which was the source for most of my information; also My Holiday Ireland St Patrick's Day

Friday, February 3, 2017

The Symphony of Spring


The Symphony Of Spring
The earth sleeps in quiet slumber
Beneath the frozen ground
Most of the leaves have fallen
Frosty mornings without a sound
All await their Creator
To conduct His symphony of Spring
 The tendrils long for the dance
They listen for the birds to sing
The new saplings are eager
To stretch forth their limbs
The Rhododendron waits in anticipation
to stretch forth her stems
The Hydrangeas await the warmth
The sun will soon shine its ray
The hard ground will unlock
Upon the appointed day
When the Creator conducts
His music will ring
And all the earth will rejoice
And join in the symphony of Spring
- Sheri L. Swift
2/3/17

  
  

Sunday, January 8, 2017

A SEASON OF ILLNESS


My Sweetheart doesn't like it so much when I brag on him, but he outdid himself yesterday.

I've been down for a few weeks with bronchitis and he's pretty much been taking care of me.

Last night he made this delicious roast, potatoes topped with sour cream, carrots, brussel sprouts with craisins and drizzled balsamic vinegar.


He also made this scrumptious cherry pie with Truvia baking blend.

I have to admit, I've been pretty spoiled these past few weeks.

For any of you who have read my books you'll know he's my Aidan and my Titus.  ;)

Friday, December 2, 2016

A Season for Celebrations

CANDY CANE SUCKERS



This year I decided to make something simple, yet special for my Christmas guests and grandchildren.


I just put two mini candy canes together with a lolly pop stick between the bottoms.  I poured melted white chocolate in the center and topped with Christmas sprinkles.

I bagged them and tied with curling ribbon and placed them into a basket.

This is just the beginning of a magical Christmas this year.

Can't wait to see the smiles on the faces who receive them.  ;)

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

A Pause For Thanksgiving


Too many times while traveling down life's highway we forget to take a pause and not only see the things around us, but to also listen and feel them.

Some of the next generation may never hear the rustle of leaves falling or a bird singing unless they see it on a screen.

Living in the state of Virginia I'm blessed to see the contrast of colors the leaves display this time of year.

I hope there will always be some who will dare to venture outdoors and feel the crunch of the fallen leaves, the morning dew upon the grass.

I hope there will still be birds nesting in very tall trees singing their happy songs.

Fresh air and the feel of a passing breeze through the pines letting loose their fragrance.

Also the smell of wood smoke from someone warming by a fire.

The rows of orange pumpkins growing on hill upon hill.  The feeling of straw in your hair after a hayride.

I'm thankful for these things, but also for teachers who will teach others about them and their importance.

For now I take joy seeing my children and grandchildren also enjoying all that nature has to offer on these fine fall days.

I'm also looking forward to gathering together to celebrate a time of family and God's bounty of food.

An Autumn Sunset
When first I saw an Autumn sunset
I thought perhaps I was dreaming
How rich the red and amber colors
Through trees the sunlight streaming
I thought I saw a glimpse of Heaven
Shining through the crisp blue skies
I realized it was a gracious gift
Given to those who would open their eyes

~ Sheri L. Swift
11/15/16


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The Magical Days


I was a single mom working as a secretary at a loan office when I met my future husband John.  This is the engagement photo we took for him. To say he dove in deep is an understatement, lol.

We made a choice after we were married I would become a stay-at-home mom (yes I was an intelligent woman with other dreams, but this was my first dream).  We also planned to have another child one day.


Only two years later and another little girl was added to the mix.

I loved being a stay-at-home mom though it wasn't always easy.  Finances seemed to always be tight. Whichever car broke down became my car. Eventually we would sell the irreparable one which left me most the time without a car.

There were moments rising up within my soul to write again and I did write a few poems, short stories, but I knew that could all wait until my girls didn't need me so much.

What amazes me is that these days flood back into my memories so clearly; they are so special.  I call them ripples in time, because we were jumping, lol, dancing, singing, laughing, storytelling, playing games and wrestling (yes girls really do wrestle).

I've always called the girls *my little women* because that's what they were to me; little women in training.

I knew I was investing the very best of me into them. Not only teaching them to crawl, walk, talk, run, swim, dance, play games indoors and outdoors, but also do chores, laundry, cooking, how to save money in their piggy banks; most importantly to have fun along the way.

Even then I was a fantasy writer in my mind who enjoyed telling them wondrous stories of which they liked to play dress up and imagine they were Princesses.

When life would get really rough and I needed a break we would lie down very still on my bed with facials or newly painted nails; soon they would fall asleep.

Other days when things got a little crazy I would begin to sing this song while cleaning the kitchen very loudly:

OH NO! I forgot the dishes
Laundry, forgot my bed
There's still so much work to do
Oh my aching head!
But I love you, I love you
I really, really do
And I pray that God will guide me
To do the best for you
Yes I love you, I love you
I really, really do
And I pray that God will guide me
To do the best for each of you

By now each girl would run into the kitchen with bright smiles and begin to dance around together while I sang.


My oldest daughter lives in California and is a Caterer, a Secretary, married to a Worship leader who is soon to become a Pastor. She has two children.


These are my other daughters, the second from the left is my so called *adopted* daughter.  God was good to me and didn't replace my oldest here in Virginia where I live, but made her absence a little easier with her addition.

As you can see there's still a lot of silliness in this family; a lot of singing, dancing, game nights and of course wrestling, but mostly with their children, lol.

They together have 9 children and one foster.  Two are Teachers, one is a Nurse and one is a Bank Manager.

I believe my investment was worth every minute and we all together are creating Magical Days of our own.  ;)