Mom Like Manning

Winter in Tennessee is not our best time for offering beauty.  The grasses are mostly brown, the trees are bare and the sky is more often gray than blue.  Thankfully, seasons change, they don’t last, and though I wish fall lasted longer, and that spring would come earlier, and that summer weren’t so hot, and that we could have more control over those changes, we can’t.  We are living at their mercy, and we have to learn to make the most of each one.  Continue reading