As I write this morning, a nearly full moon peers down at me from between the branches of the white mulberry and the maple. It is beautiful and silent, hanging up there in the sky as it has done for who knows how many years, faithfully doing what it was assigned to do and looking […]
A Walk Through Winter Woods
Wintertime trees are honest trees, stark and bare, their dark branches rising in graceful shapes. Nothing is hidden, all is in plain sight. There’s something bracing about walking through winter woods with the scent of ice in the air. Limbs of wild blackberries reach out to snag the unwary and moss lays a carpet of […]
It Wasn’ His Fault
Is the past really the past or does it reappear now and then? I saw one of my old college professors the other day, even though he has been dead a good number of years. Now, before you think I’ve gone completely round the bend, let me explain. Actually, I didn’t see him but I […]
Drowsy September Morning
·My street is waking up this morning. Daylight lengthens; shadows grow fainter while treetops turn golden from the rising sun. My thoughts, too, are stirring slowly, thinking about the day before me. Another mystery beckons, but I wonder…should I continue with the fifth Ned McNeil moonlight mystery or should I branch out with a new […]