Curly-locks! Curly-locks! Wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam, and feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream! This nursery rhyme is from long ago, maybe in the days of King Charles and written as a satire, but […]
Aug 26, 2018
When the Quiet Becomes a Bit Much
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It’s awfully quiet in my little corner of the world this morning. A small breeze stirs the maple leaves. Nemo snoozes, the refrigerator clicks on, and even the birds are still. The dog walker strides up the hill, her furry, four-legged charge trotting to keep up. No lights shine from any windows besides mine. My […]
Aug 25, 2018
Thoughts From An Antique Little Girl
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I have an appreciation for the word antique in recent years that I’ve never had before. I looked up antique in the dictionary. It means, in part (only the positive part) “desirable because of its age, beauty, and rarity…” An antique also represents a previous era in human society. I think, although I’m […]
Aug 24, 2018
The Magical Mystique of Mushrooms
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I don’t believe in fairies. Of course, I don’t. They show up only in children’s stories of years ago, those magical little folk who can zip through the air, who appear and disappear at will. And yet, when I wandered through the yard yesterday, I noticed the loveliest mushrooms that had appeared out of […]
Aug 23, 2018
When the Chat Becomes Deadly
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Will we have rain and thunder and lightning again today? If we do, I doubt that it will hold a candle to the day a couple of years ago when the Cozy Critters met in spite of threatening weather. Anyone listening in would be alarmed, but there was nothing to fear. These ladies were […]
Aug 22, 2018
Home for Christmas
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Are you in the mood for Christmas? What, you say! We haven’t even gotten to Labor Day? Well, just in case you’d like to think ahead, here’s a bit about a Christmas mystery. Nettie wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with her uncle, Javin Granger, her last living relative. It had been forty […]
