![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() "Not to mention dogs, dogs, and more dogs! It looks like somebody backed up to the door and dumped a truckload of canines in here."įollowing his customary daylight romp, Barnabas, a Bouvier-wolfhound mix and his boon companion of ten years, was drowned in slumber on the hearth rug Buckwheat, an English foxhound grown long in the tooth, had draped herself over the arm of the sofa the Welsh corgi, aptly named Bodacious, snored in a wing chair she had long ago claimed as her own and Luther, a recent, mixed-breed addition to the Meadowgate pack, had slung himself onto his bed in the corner, belly up. this is the fifth time since Christmas Eve." ![]() "Unbelievable! We've had snow one, two, three, four. "A winter Eden."Īt the pine table, Father Timothy Kavanagh leafed through his quote journal until he found the record he'd jotted down. "It makes everything innocent again," she said. Excerpted from "Light from Heaven" by Jan Karon.įrom a tulip poplar at the northeast corner to the steel stake at the southwest, all hundred and thirty acres of Meadowgate Farm lay under a powdery blanket of March snow.Ĭynthia Kavanagh stood in the warmth of the farmhouse kitchen in a chenille robe, and gazed out on the hushed landscape. ![]()
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