A Dog Named Saturday
Coffee Clutch got its name from the blog posts I wrote for years from the barn sitting enjoying my morning coffee with my mare, dogs, kitties and chickens. Folks really enjoyed them. Coffee Clutch is more than a newsletter. It’s a visit, it’s information, it’s fun, it’s musings, barn talk, writing talk, bird talk, horse talk and faith thoughts. And of course, it’s all the news about A DOG NAMED SATURDAY, old new and coming soon.
I’ll share some of my works in progress, upcoming publications, and more. Folks enjoy “The Old Man on the Porch, and Grandpop too, so they’ll be dropping in.
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LEARNING TO TRIM YOUR HORSE’S HOOVES
Howdy Friends! Today I was asked, “I have a question. As far as rasping hooves, does it require a experienced person to get the correct angles, or can it be easily learned?” I responded. “ There really are no ‘angles,’ yes folks talk about them, what is important is...
SELF CONTROL – DEVOTIONAL
SELF CONTROL – DEVOTIONAL Howdy Friends! Grandpop met the boy halfway to the porch. “Ya stayin’ a while?” He asked. “I guess the weekend.” The boy’s voice rang with hesitation. . “Well good, we have about 20 acres ta bale.” He ruffled the lad’s hair. “That’ll keep us...
DEALING WITH PAST HORRORS & TRAUMAS – DEVOTIONAL
DEALING WITH PAST HORRORS & TRAUMAS – DEVOTIONAL Howdy Friends! Grandpop sat with the boy under the tall oak. A little more chilly than Grandpop would like, but the view here offered soothing. A much needed soothing for the lad. . “Well, by golly, have you ever...
RIDE THROUGH THE ROUGH PATCHES
Howdy Folks, RIDE THROUGH THE ROUGH PATCHES . He stopped under the oak on his way to the barn, looked out to his mare, and whistled. She raised her head, then after a pause, came to his side. Draping his arm over her neck he let her bare his weight. They stood a...
SPRINGTIME
Howdy Friends! "Springtime!" For most of us, Springtime took its good old time drifting in. But it appears to have stopped by for a visit almost right on schedule. Here in Appomattox. The past few days have brought closer to summer than spring temperatures. We've...
GOD DIDN’T BLAME THE CULTURE – HE BLAMED THE PULPIT
GOD DIDN’T BLAME THE CULTURE – HE BLAMED THE PULPIT “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me.” — Hosea 4:6 ~ God didn’t blame the culture. He blamed the pulpit....
OUR SPIRITUAL BODY – DEVOTIONAL
OUR SPIRITUAL BODY – DEVOTIONAL Howdy Friends! “But what is the resurrection like?” The boy asked, he pushed dirt with a stubby stick onto a pile between his feet. . Grandpop leaned forward, dragged his boot toe through the dust. “The eternal life?” He asked the boy....
THINKING ABOUT THE LAST SUPPER
THINKING ABOUT THE LAST SUPPER The Last Supper (AD 33) was the last of the Preparation Nights before Sabbath. It was the transition from the Old Testament Period (types and shadows) to the New Testament Period. It was a magnificent shift in everything. By God’s hand....
RESPONSIBILITY – DEVOTIONAL
RESPONSIBILITY – DEVOTIONAL . Howdy Friends! Rain pounded the tin barn roof with an eagerness that swallowed almost all sound. Grandpop’s coffee had long gone cold as his interest was focused on repairing torn leather straps on his favorite saddle. He took a sip...
DYING – DEVOTIONAL
DYING – DEVOTIONAL Howdy Friends! The boy sat alone, crying. Sun high overhead, shooting long, straight beams earthward, reaching far into the barn was no help. Grandpop's soft words could not comfort. Crying seemed the only way. Grandpop had ridden Blue out to check...
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