We came home to a foul smelling yard and thought there was a skunk dance party under the children's playhouse. Well, after baiting a trap with tuna fish, Dr. B caught the stinky culprit. This perfume-packing opossum was pint-sized compared to the one a few weeks ago, but its powerful odor prompted free relocation. I think if this keeps up I might just have to get an advertising magnet for Dr. B's truck. After all, the realtors have them. Why not drum up a side business as the most-trusted possum relocator in this county?
This WWII English girl leaves her family for the safety of the countryside and unknown foster parents. What a crazy era! I can't imagine if the US was at war on its own terra firma I would send my kids to Montana to utter strangers, but then again the houses on my street seem unlikely to tempt a bombardier and there are no munitions factories around the corner.
This title captured my attention. Beautifully-written. It was a thoughtful glimpse into one family's hardships as white pioneers in east and central Africa. I definitely need a tree of forgetfulness in my backyard. And I think everyone should have an aunt named Glug.
This one transports you into a crazy big family of homeschoolers. It was light-hearted and full of good sense. I think if you have 11 kids and you are not in a women's correctional facility than you would have to have laughter longer than the day and patience reaching to tomorrow.
You are not here by mistake. I am the girl who was named "God is Gracious", and I am learning just how true that is. Welcome to my inside out world where being a follower of Jesus Christ, I see His story beautifully rewriting my own. I am married to my best friend and have a quiver of precious children.