Spots In The Grass

Spots In The Grass

I really missed everyone last week. I have really been under the weather in a big way. But I am happy to be back with you to share one of the most amazing miracles my husband and I have experienced over the past several years. God has blessed us to live in the middle of some beautiful land. As we drove along the small road when we first visited the land before buying, a doe leaped and glided across the tall grasses. She just seemed to float for nearly a mile in front of the creek. We knew this place had to be called Deer Creek. The first several years at Deer Creek only provided us with a few glimpses of our magnificent creatures. But as the years have passed, they have taken back the beautiful land we crouched upon and have really let us live with them. They come back every year to birth the babies and to visit with us. There is nothing more amazing than to watch another of God’s creatures live and grow with you! It gives me such hope that no matter what we do, God keeps His promise and hope for us. He comes back to us over and over again to give us His love and assurance. So look this week how God shows Himself to you through His beautiful creations!

Spots in the Grass

As the light brown tail gently swags,

Her tiny ears and spots emerge.

Mom urges her to follow.

She stays close.

Then suddenly a second set of ear tips barely rise above the grain.

More spots gently move across the scape.


Not one, but two!


Off they go toward the creek to play, learn, and grow in the water.

The trees change to many colors.

The winter falls upon the land.

The greens of spring and summer pop up around us once more.

As the grain starts to reach the sky,

The body is back but the spots have disappeared.

This time she is closer.

More in the safer places near the house.

Protected by fencing, tree lines, and bushes.


Her spots are now a pure, smooth brown.

Her tail is fluffy and white as cotton.

Then suddenly behind her follows another small one.

They emerge from behind the ironweed and the goldenrod.

For days they come out to show their beauty with us as they come and go.

Then one day the twin mom is gone.

Only the baby is there.


The baby lies in the tall grass.

She wanders through the shrubs, nibbling the leaves.

The sweet animal makes herself paths through the grasses.

The big brown dog leads her through the field.

The soft baby eats the blackberries.

She gets stronger on her legs,

And stronger in her heart.


The beautiful body comes closer to us.

We want so much to intervene.

Our urge is to friend her, feed her, and pet her,

But we keep our distance.

We know she must learn to be on her own.

Mom comes to visit at dusk and dawn.

She brings the other adults, bucks and does, with her.

They wait and watch the baby.

Then they quietly go back into the shadow of the trees.

Days pass and the grass changes color again.

Weeks pass and the trees turn red, orange, and yellow again.

Mom now jumps the gate and joins the healthy baby.

The herd watches patiently.

Mom nudges baby and both seem to float across the gate joining the herd.

The herd quietly and slowly retreats through the field and into the trees.


The trees protect them all for the coming winter.

The little one moves slowly glancing back.

Wanting to stay, but wanting to leave.

Our wish is that the mature ones will be brave

And our brown spots in the grass will learn to be brave.

Hopefully our spots will feel safe to share life with us again and in other ways.

We can envision another season will led them back to visit and share with us once more.

These quiet yet strong beings will teach us trust.

They will teach us responsibility.

The spots in the grass will give us hope.

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

Thank you so much for being with me this week!  I wish all of God’s hope and assurance upon you.  Don’t miss out on this because you are just not watching!







Just remember—Think back to some of the moments in time that were so truly amazing for you. When you were going through an experience that you just cannot understand until later when you remember that particular experience. The people you were with and what you were doing is so special and just makes you realize life is so wonderful! It can be a smell or a picture that takes you back. Next time your mind is stimulated let it go! Go back to that very intimate time. Let the grooves in your brain soak it in. Never forget what God and life has offered you! Never forget the people that cross your life path and bring blessings. And look for those types of memories ahead!


The dim lights of the kitchen did not need to be bright.

The raised windows allowed the summer breeze to cool the room.

Along with the breeze drifted the sweetest aroma one could possibly experience.

The lush, sweet strawberries gave off the most intoxicating smell

As the cap was popped from the fruit.

The smell was so potent I can still recall that exact scent today.


And when the caps were cut, the gases became stronger.

But you know it wasn’t just the sweet aroma that was so captivating,

It was also the company and the atmosphere.

Mama, Daddy, Mrs. Nell, Mr. Wal, and myself would join around the big table to cap.

Occasionally Sis, our neighbor, or Mama Hick, my grandmother would join us.

The table was always big enough for others to cap.


Mrs. Nell and Mr. Wal were capping just as fast as Mama and Daddy.

Mrs. Nell was found most days with long, elegant gloves cascading up her arms.

Like a model out of Vogue in the 50’s.

Bracelets adorned her wrist while she elegantly puffed her slender cigarette.

She could not have weighed one hundred pounds when she was wet.

Her hair always appeared managed even when tossed in the berry patch.

She and Em taught me to be a lady and a gardener all at the same time.


Mr. Wal, formally Wallace, who was only called this by Mrs. Nell, held his pipe tightly in his mouth.

But he always had a pleasant smile underneath that pipe.

Mr. Wal moved at the pace of poet, contemplating everything he observed in nature.

If I had ever met Aldo Leopold, one of our great conservationists, I would say Mr. Wal was his twin.

He would especially pay attention to the plants, how and where they were growing, and their fruits.

Mrs. Nell and Mr. Wal lived in a stately log cabin sitting amongst trees and fields.

Beside the cabin stretched the strawberry patch.




Before capping every year we would join them in picking the beautiful red fruit.

Then all would gather another night in our kitchen for the capping.

The capping was so exciting!

It was such a treat to participate in the capping process.

Preparing the fruit and placing these delicious fruits into bags that would stay in the freezer until a winter day when we all needed some fresh scent and sunshine.


As the capping got faster, the laughter and conversation became louder!

You would hear the most wonderful stories.

Some stories cause you to sigh deeply while others cause you to laugh out loud.

The whole atmosphere provided a contentment that you cannot describe.

The experience was sensual and joyful!

Whoever knew capping a rich, decadent strawberry could bring a rich, decadent life!

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

Thank you for stepping back in time with me this week. I appreciate you sharing in my experiences. I still to this day can smell a strawberry and remember those wonderful evenings! Find your wonderful life and relish those fabulous times!  But most importantly remember those wonderful souls in your life!



Family and Traditions

Surprise from the Stars

Surprise from Stars

I am finally back!!! Technology problems have kept me out of the communication realm. You know how the saying goes—Technology: You can’t live with it and you can’t live without it! I also took some time to be with family. And that is where I want to start today.

I have been so blessed to spend some really quality time with two of my babies the last several weeks. I can hear them now—we are not babies! And they are right—one is 24 and the other is 23. They are beautiful, wonderful adults contributing to society in their own very special ways. It just reminded me that we are given so much from God that we take for granted. We become so caught up in the everyday grind that we dismiss the most precious gift we are given—life and the witness of living! We forget to appreciate those we are given to live with, and we forget to live that life with them. So this week the following writing honors a life given to me 23 years ago. Don’t let 23 years go by without honoring the ones that bless your living!

Surprise From The Stars

You never know what to expect when surprises come along.

Sometimes the surprise is just so wonderful

And beautiful that you know it is surely from God.


One day a surprise in the form of a star fell from God into our family.

Her blue piercing eyes gave a clue to the rich woman that lay inside.

The smile that she showed brought happiness to everyone she met.


She has brought so much joy to all.

Some waited for their deaths from this world just to see her.

Some have learned to live their own lives

Even greater in this world through her.


The curls that she was blessed with make her stand out as one to be reckoned with.

As the curls cascade around her glorious face,

They like her always have a mind of their own.


She has spoken with authority from day one.

She is strong, loving, and caring,

But most of all her heart is for others.


The words she creates are vibrant and alive.

They touch the soul of others reminding them of who they are.

Her imagination reaches into worlds that others could never conceive.


Her personality is one that beams sunshine

And the light of the Holy Spirit.

This star came to our family to provide warmth, honesty, and challenges.


Work to her is simply God’s blessing.

She always expects much more of herself than from others.

That surprise from the stars will forever change this world and worlds to come.


It is so amazing to believe that one could touch so many in such a short period of time.

This amazing person influences all of our lives for now and will through eternity.

As God placed the moon in the dark heaven, he also placed this star here to shine

upon this Earth.


We love you to the stars and beyond.

We love you for eternity.

We could never love a surprise as much.


Shine! Star! Shine!!

Beside the moon and in the flowing dark sky.

Wait for your surprises as we did,

And know you are blessed forever with that wait.

For this world and other worlds are better

By the birth of this great surprise!

Lori Rennae Hickman Chapman

All my love goes out to my two souls that have blessed me with their time and love over the past weeks. Send love to those you share this life with! Thank you for being with me and reading this week. I have really missed living with you! I wish for you blessings and life!



Family and Traditions