Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

A Place Called Lawn Tea


Today, I'd like to share one of my favorite places. It is a place called Lawn Tea, which is a blog written by a gracious and very talented lady named Rachel, whose awe-inspiring way with words never ceases to amaze, inspire, and delight me.

You won't see many photos on Rachel's blog, but you will soon discover that her sweet and simple stories of everyday life are filled with all kinds of pictures ... pictures Rachel paints with her words.

Rachel grew up in the Mississippi Delta, and her writing style is graced with a hint of a soft southern accent. Rachel modestly says, "I just write of things I KNOW, that have happened -- family stuff from WAY back, people I never even met, but whose names and doings have been carried down in the old word-of-mouth way ..."

For those of you who have not already discovered Rachel's Lawn Tea, I would like to share a few of my favorite passages from her stories:

"The rocks we gathered ... are greened with a verdigris nurtured by all the steady rains of late. They sit in their appointed places amongst the deep shade hostas in the far back garden, where the wind chimes sway a faraway tinkle and the birds chat amongst themselves."

Excerpt from her Memorial Day tribute:

"And so I say "Thank you," to each and every one, and give a prayer of thanks for all of our service people, past and present -- those standing proud in uniform today, those who have served, no matter what the term, those who have retired from their service, but remain ever soldiers, those lying beneath the brave small flags, and those known only to the angels and remembered in the hearts of those who loved them."

On cleaning house in anticipation of company coming:

"Today will be a day of righting all the rooms, running the vacuum and the Swiffers, and will be accompanied by the scents of Windex and PineSol Orange and Old English -- an arsenal of good friends over the years, whose odors are as familiar and comforting as the smell of old books and baby-necks."

I hope you will visit Rachel and see for yourself why I love her gracious and almost magical way with words. I'm sure a "Place called Lawn Tea" will become one of your favorite places, too. Oh, and while you're there ... please tell Rachel that I sent you.