Frog Haven Lady

Author and Freelance Writer of Marketing, Informational and Persuasive Copy

The Big Porch

When little ones surround us or come say hello and share their days, We can but offer rapt attention! Habits are from mentors’ time-worn ways. Thank you, Lord! How grateful we are that they climb the walk to our front door! What? A new feather? A sticker? A toy? Our porch can hold them all […]

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24-7 Entrepreneurial Bliss

Less any reader be misled, I truly do understand that the term 24-7 was originally coined to advertise a business or service entity’s round the clock availability to its clientele. As a public service to other working-at-home wives, allow me to clarify for the men in our lives the normal signs of a female telecommuter […]

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$18.00 Worth

Having taken the opportunity to visit one of America’s premier garden shows, I paid $18.00 a ticket; still ticket shocked, I walked through the gate inside the Cow Palace with really great expectations of viewing exceptional plantings and ground coverings, hopefully some that I might duplicate in my own garden on Esteban. Unfortunately, I believe […]

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When I’m Reduced to Prayer

  When weakened by dismay, Lord, remind me that You care. Restore in me a thankful heart.  Cajole me into prayer!   When weakened by life’s hurts, Lord, remind me that You live. Restore in me a quiet peace. Teach me to forgive!   When weakened by earth’s trials, Lord, remind me that You know. […]

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The Seasons Are But Few

You loaned me once a garden, and whispered quietly, See what you can create in it with tools and reverie. You’ll draw from each day’s tending any lessons meant for you. Understand the garden beds are loaned; the seasons are but few; They’ll come a time when blossoms fade; remember well their place! I heard […]

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Nurturing Garden Blues

Mom would have loved my back yard garden once it had developed after the first few seasons.  She would have enjoyed the maturity of the trees and the scattered perennial shrubs.  Blue was her favorite color, so the lobelia that I’d dappled here and there to offset the varied pinks and orange hues would have […]

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Sunday’s Pleasures

I worked at the downtown card shop with another mother who was a pastor’s wife; she had invited us to attend service for some time, so I decided to attend one Sunday and drove across town with my only child to their church.  I remember saying No gum to my little girl as we walked […]

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