The Healing Woods by Blanche Day Manos Long, long ago in the forest, in quiet and shadowy hills, The Cherokee used roots and berries and leaves to cure their ills. There was blackberry tea for the stomach, and yellow dock for a cut toe, Sumac would soothe poison ivy, and wild rose would make […]
Nov 29, 2020
Small Lights
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This is a dark, damp November morning. It’s the sort of morning when lights are most noticeable. My grandchildren put up and decorated the tree, decorated the mantel, and brightened the day. The best part was laughing and giggling together, putting new batteries in the Christmas tree train so that it had renewed life and […]
Nov 28, 2020
On We Go
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Many things have changed this year, sadly so. One of the casualties of this disgusting virus is the annual Victorian Fair at the Thompson House in Tahlequah. I’m sure the house is still decorated, at least, on the outside, but the fair that has been a staple each December will not be held this year. […]
Nov 27, 2020
The Hundred Year Old Barn
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The Hundred Year Old Barn A Fable By Blanche Day Manos The hundred year-old barn was home to a cow, a rooster, some hens, and a mule who pulled a plow. The days they spent in working; each one did his best, and when the sun sank from the sky, the animals needed rest. But, […]
Nov 26, 2020
Attitude of Gratitude
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Did you ever feel like that–just an overflowing joy and gladness in the world as God made it? And the people God put into the world, the family and friends whom I have the privilege to love. I’m filled with gratitude for the readers of Darcy, Flora, Ned–the friends I’ve never met. May your Thanksgiving […]
Nov 25, 2020
Turkey, the Gourd
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This gourd turkey has been with me through thick and thin. He stays tucked away for most of the year but during late November, he decides to come out of hiding and see what’s going on in the world of people. He doesn’t say much but under that black hat, there’s wisdom gained from years […]
