I'm a simple, blue jeans, t-shirt, bare-footed, raised-in-the-south, small town girl, who married a handsome sailor turned citrus farmer, and raised three fine boys and one beautiful girl on south central Florida's rural sandy ridge.
By the grace of God, I've been married to Louis, my sailor-turned-farmer husband, for thirty-five years. We're multi-generational native Floridians, and though I {too often} complain about our stifling summers, there's sand between our toes, and unless the Lord has other plans, we'll likely never leave.
By the grace of God, I've been married to Louis, my sailor-turned-farmer husband, for thirty-five years. We're multi-generational native Floridians, and though I {too often} complain about our stifling summers, there's sand between our toes, and unless the Lord has other plans, we'll likely never leave.
Many of my friends call me "Pat". Others know me as "Patricia". It helps to clear up the gender confusion "Pat" often creates. I'm also "mimi", "memaw" and "honey."
Pollywog Creek is where we live - where we've raised and homeschooled children, delight in our grandchildren, and washed the feet of the saints. It's five good acres with a modest house, a pond and a creek, a dog and two cats, and my favorite backyard swing. It's been exactly what we have needed and so much more.
It's my delight to write, speak, take photo walks and drink coffee. A freelance writer and photographer, I'm a wannabe psalmist with a camera - cultivating an eye for life's mercies where ever God takes me - which is usually not far from home.
Pollywog Creek is my photo-journal of common mercies and graces - through sunlight, clinging vines, wildflowers and weeds, slimy frogs and painted buntings, and the hearts I hold most dear. Here are some of my popular posts.
Pollywog Creek is my photo-journal of common mercies and graces - through sunlight, clinging vines, wildflowers and weeds, slimy frogs and painted buntings, and the hearts I hold most dear. Here are some of my popular posts.
Washing the Feet of the Saints has been a painfully slow work in progress - a caring for the elderly, tender-place-in-my-heart. You are welcome to take a peek.
Encou{RA}ge is where I sometimes {rarely} write about my journey with rheumatoid arthritis.
Louis and I grew up in the church, but we were prodigals - young adults before either of us began growing in our relationship with Christ and living like the Christians we'd professed to be. Reformed in doctrine, we worship on Sundays at a Southern Baptist Church. Truth is we love Jesus, the Body of Christ and the fellowship of believers, and can worship where two or more love Him, too, and are gathered in His name.
If you want to know more:
The Gospel
Encou{RA}ge is where I sometimes {rarely} write about my journey with rheumatoid arthritis.
Louis and I grew up in the church, but we were prodigals - young adults before either of us began growing in our relationship with Christ and living like the Christians we'd professed to be. Reformed in doctrine, we worship on Sundays at a Southern Baptist Church. Truth is we love Jesus, the Body of Christ and the fellowship of believers, and can worship where two or more love Him, too, and are gathered in His name.
If you want to know more:
The Gospel
