I haven’t finished my first cup of Folgers yet so my thoughts are understandably muddled, sort of here and there and nowhere in particular. Continuing the weather story from yesterday–the temperature kept dropping and dropping. Wind blew, sailing colored leaves like air-born boats before it. Cold! No rain, though. If some had planned to head […]
Nov 18, 2016
Upside-Down Sort of Day
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This day is starting upside-down, temperature-wise. But, that’s all right. Yesterday, the wind blew like a storm all day. Warm temperatures, cloudless sky with gales. I’m glad I took a picture of my beautiful golden maple because this morning a lot of those leaves are on the ground and the wind is still gusting. The temperature is […]
Nov 17, 2016
Mean, Dirty, Old Low-Down Blues
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This is supposed to be the jolliest time of the year, isn’t it? Thanksgiving is nearly here and right on its heels comes Christmas. Ho-ho-ho! Bright lights, fluffy snow, family and friends gathering in, gifts, food, laughter and conversation. It’s the happiest time of the year; only, sometimes it’s not. Psychologists say that holidays are the […]
Nov 15, 2016
Christmas Is Coming, the Goose Is Getting Fat
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Christmas is indeed coming in about five weeks. Have you started your Christmas list? I’ve started, but I have a long way to go. If I had a goose, he’d probably be getting fat. We didn’t have geese when I was a child. Chickens, yes. Geese? No. To my way of thinking, books should be […]
Nov 14, 2016
The Heavens Declare
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Last night’s super moon lit the evening sky. Moonlight has a special, serene effect. People on the earth may be engaged in all sorts of turmoil: wars, crime, anger, dissensions; an enormous earthquake and tsunami that hit New Zealand, droughts here, floods there, yet the moon, beautiful and majestic, shines above it all. I […]
Nov 13, 2016
Happy Birthday to a Literary Icon
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He definitely had a mind of his own and didn’t even try to fit into the mold of what was expected. He knew what he wanted and he pursued it, whether it was his dream of writing or the woman he would marry. Today is the birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson. He lived only forty-four […]
