By: Jennifer Richardson Holt She always hated when it was over. Perhaps hate was too strong of a word. If she were being accurate there were probably a paragraph’s worth of words that she could use to describe the awkward time when the Christmas Day festivities were over. Maybe she didn’t truly hate it sheContinue reading “When All Is Said and Done 12/27/2020”
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The Glowing and the Green 12/20/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt This year I have taken the hanging of the green more seriously than I ever have before. Don’t get me wrong I have always been madly in love with the idea of decorating for Christmas. As far as I am concerned, I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment that it is theContinue reading “The Glowing and the Green 12/20/2020”
Watching the Clock 12/13/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Is it just me, or does anyone else remember when it used to take roughly four years to get to this time every year? Maybe it was just the youthful imagination but I am quite certain that it took multiple years for us to get to the last pages of theContinue reading “Watching the Clock 12/13/2020”
An Occurrence Extraordinary 12/6/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt When the temperatures drop below freezing or quite frankly gets even close to it, in these parts that garners quite the mixed bag of emotion. In the south weather extremes are most assuredly not unheard of. We are subjected to tornadoes frequently. The odd hurricane or tropical storm isn’t out ofContinue reading “An Occurrence Extraordinary 12/6/2020”
Branches and Roots 11/29/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I feel like I may have taken on a topic in this blog that is significantly over my head. Not that I don’t think I can write about it, I just think that despite my innate ability to fling unnecessarily large amounts of words at a subject matter, I don’t knowContinue reading “Branches and Roots 11/29/2020”
Wisdom from an Imaginary Table 11/22/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt This blog is proving more difficult to write than originally anticipated. I had thought to myself that writing a blog extolling the joys of Thanksgiving, since we are to that week of the year, would be a tad on the effortless side. However, the ebb and flow of tides in theContinue reading “Wisdom from an Imaginary Table 11/22/2020”
Simple Gifts 11/15/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt It is that time of year. It is a time when busy is an understatement. A little bit of everything flows into our schedules like a landslide carrying every speck of free time and thought off into oblivion with it. If we are not busy planning the events for the restContinue reading “Simple Gifts 11/15/2020”
Breathing on Embers 11/8/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Dusk and dawn are powerful forces. Not only do they come with all their spectacle of sky filling hues but they wring every ounce of value out of whatever light they are given. When the sun comes up the firmament brightens long before we ever see it. Daybreak comes with suchContinue reading “Breathing on Embers 11/8/2020”
Two November Days 11/1/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt This could turn out to be a shorter post than normal (emphasis on COULD). This won’t exactly be my typical subject matter hence I make such a statement. Then again if you read this regularly you know me and know I am capable of excessive rambling given the chance so, IContinue reading “Two November Days 11/1/2020”
Passion and Potluck 10/25/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt It was two different plants that are apparently in the same family that got me thinking about today’s topic. First off, the massive showy blossoms of a confederate rose caught my eye as they cannot help but do. When you see a giant ball of white ruffled petals first thing inContinue reading “Passion and Potluck 10/25/2020”
Home Away from Home 10/18/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I am writing this at one of my favorite places on the planet. I only call this one of my favorites because there are other places that I have yet to visit that MIGHT rival it but then again it may still reign victorious even after my traveling dreams are fulfilled. Continue reading “Home Away from Home 10/18/2020”
Everyday Abundance 10/11/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The rural nature of my home is certainly not a secret if you have read my blog for any amount of time. I have written before about my life in a small town and have given you multiple accounts of rural happenings around my dwelling. There is an aspect I haveContinue reading “Everyday Abundance 10/11/2020”
Fingerprints and Fawn Spots 10/4/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I am using the somewhat antiquated method of paper and ink to start writing this. I have always embraced old things and am unabashedly a lover of all things historic but I admit putting pen to page feels terribly inconvenient and absurdly taxing. I know this is a ridiculous overreaction onContinue reading “Fingerprints and Fawn Spots 10/4/2020”
Enchantment Inescapable 9/27/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I can’t not write about it. I am too intoxicated by it. I am too enamored with it. It is something that I look to with such anticipation that stifling all the words that are aching to flow out of me about it just seems cruel so I shall not doContinue reading “Enchantment Inescapable 9/27/2020”
All They Were Created to Be 9/20/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Sometimes, in the middle of the night, a heaviness comes upon me. It is dark and very nearly impossible to see but its presence is apparent and unmistakable. I can try to pretend that it is not there but I succeed about as well as one who attempts to pretend theContinue reading “All They Were Created to Be 9/20/2020”
Defending a Dewdrop 9/13/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt A topic was fleeting this week. I was battling with talking about the coming of autumn again. I kept telling myself that the people that read this are getting tired of me writing about my favorite season even though I could easily ramble on about the delicate and graceful dance ofContinue reading “Defending a Dewdrop 9/13/2020”
With Great Expectations 9/6/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have always felt like fall was the start of something. I suppose, in the most realistically basic sense, it is the start of kids returning to school so that’s something. The lazy days of summer for child, parent and teacher alike are morphing into something that is a more hectic,Continue reading “With Great Expectations 9/6/2020”
Seven Years Ago 8/30/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The day that this post publishes shall be a date forever ingrained in my memory. On this day in 2013 I got married. So yes, today is my anniversary and yes I am going to write about it. Don’t panic though. My goal is not to make this a gushing testamentContinue reading “Seven Years Ago 8/30/2020”
Something in the Air 8/23/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt It is coming. I could not possibly be more thankful. You can feel it on its way. The oppressive giant that is summer in the south is starting to lose his grip ever so slightly. It will still be hot for some time. The air will still be dripping with enoughContinue reading “Something in the Air 8/23/2020”
A Life of Good Taste: A Second Helping 8/16/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Last week I caved to the pressure of culinary fascination and wrote about food. It was wordy and I didn’t discuss nearly as much as I had hoped. I am forever saying far too little by way of far too much. I did forewarn you though that I hadn’t yet exhaustedContinue reading “A Life of Good Taste: A Second Helping 8/16/2020”
A Life of Good Taste 8/9/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have purposely not written a whole blog about this because it seems, oh I don’t know, trivial, flippant or maybe even luxurious? I don’t think I want to fight it anymore though. It is a legitimate topic especially to a southerner. I want to talk about something that can pungentlyContinue reading “A Life of Good Taste 8/9/2020”
Time Immemorial 8/2/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Not far from my home there is a historic site. If it weren’t for the marker you’d never know it though. I had barely heard of its existence and I am a bit of an eccentric when it comes to local history. If it had no marker there wouldn’t be reallyContinue reading “Time Immemorial 8/2/2020”
Of Crown and Cotton 7/26/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Both my parents grew up picking cotton. My mother’s family did so in the Appalachian foothills of northeastern Alabama. I am not entirely sure how they managed much by way of field agriculture there considering the rock to dirt ratio is roughly 200 to 2 but somehow apparently her family managedContinue reading “Of Crown and Cotton 7/26/2020”
Sweet Relief 7/19/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Summer in the south. It’s a…potent event. Sure, it makes for great tans and ridiculous amounts of fun in various bodies of water but there are times that it is pretty convincing that somehow our beloved Earth has switched places with Mercury and is now so close to the sun thatContinue reading “Sweet Relief 7/19/2020”
An Adventure, of Sorts 7/12/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I once found a gate to nowhere. It was on a back road in the country, not too far from my home. I am not even exactly sure why I was on said road since I am certainly not one to wander from the beaten bath. I have the directional orientationContinue reading “An Adventure, of Sorts 7/12/2020”
Prose and Possibilities 