Tidying Up the End of a Month

Tidying Up the End of a Month

The coffee pot chuffs and chuckles as it finishes brewing those energizing cups of Folgers. I push my mug under the spout and relish the aroma. Hot, black and satisfying, it marks the start of a brand new day. I carry my warm mug back to the computer, set it on the desk, and think […]

Those Autumn Leaves of Red and Gold

Those Autumn Leaves of Red and Gold

Something special to look for tomorrow–my guest blog will be on Southern Writers Magazine, Suite T.  I’ll be sure to let you know when it’s there. Exciting! Yesterday was a “just getting out and enjoying autumn” kind of day. The leaves on my maples aren’t too pretty yet, but the ones on the ground are […]

Putting the Leaves Back on the Trees

Leaves are falling off the trees and covering my yard. Fall is here! Cold weather is coming. Would putting the leaves back on the trees make summer come around again? Every change of season, I’m reminded of one of my favorite children’s books, The Four Puppies. They enjoyed each season so much they wanted it to […]

Ending of Summer, Beginning of Fall

This post from last year seems to be exactly what I’m feeling this morning.  Summer’s Afterglow The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day […]

Some Place to Go, Something to Do

Some Place to Go, Something to Do

I’ve never seen this before! A group of four doves ambles slowly across the driveway. Do they have some place to go? Do they have a chore in mind? Are they looking for something? I hope they know there are cats in the neighborhood and are watchful. And, I? Do I have some place to […]

Spring Has Sprung!

Spring Has Sprung!

Happy first day of Spring! In the wee, small hours of the morning, winter packed its bags and crept out the back door while spring bustled in the front. Now, that’s not saying there won’t be some lingering traces of winter, because I’m sure she’ll linger, in some places more than in others, but at least […]