Signs of the Season

I woke up “early” today, and sat on the concrete of my parent’s driveway with a coffee in hand. I sipped on the mug and took in what was around me. The sun was coming up, most everything in bloom. I couldn’t help but believe how positive our world is.

It reminded me of sitting on the porch with PaPaw. He loved coffee and above all he loved the porch. He never lived in a place without one. When we would sit together, I didn’t say much. Nothing I said could compete with his stories, which seemed to repeat themselves. Regardless of how many times he told (and retold) a memory, it would end in hysteric laughter. He always laughed harder at his own jokes than anyone else’s.

If it wasn’t a memory, it was the weather. If it wasn’t the weather, it was the birds, and if it wasn’t the birds it was his plants. And sometimes is was nothing, just the company of two very different generations.




My friend Cassie designed the new blog look. I told her she should design professionally. If I could be summed up in a blog design, this would be it. Thanks so much, Cas!

The new title is a little weird, I know. But it’s a phrase that has always spoke to me. It’s in the Bible, Romans 11. I’ve also always wanted to give a great band this name. So, if you’re thinking of starting a band and want to use “Wild Olive Shoot” then you better ask my permission or I will seriously sue you for all you’re worth. No lie.