Tag: Duck hunting

Weekend Remnants

It’s opening weekend here in Texas. As sunlight creeps over places near and far, the migration begins. Like ducks cupping their wings for a landing, they begin to arrive. Clacking trucks bring nephews and cousins, sons and friends as if I’ve been blowing a… Continue Reading “Weekend Remnants”

Advent’s waiting…

It’s the second Sunday of Advent as I sit quietly waiting for the sun to slowly bring light to morning darkness. I think of him. The oldest son in Arkansas standing somewhere in the wet timber waiting.   I remember one Thanksgiving when the… Continue Reading “Advent’s waiting…”