Most of the blossoms which were on my neighbor’s tulip tree yesterday are now on the ground. Yesterday’s rain brought them down, as I knew it would but that’s okay; it left a beautiful memory. As I look at its green leaves this summer, with no sign of a purple bloom, I’ll remember it has the potential […]
Mar 9, 2016
Calling All Cozy Critters
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It’s that special time of the month again–time for the cozy critique. We’ll miss Judy but even when she moves to Texas, she’ll still be a Cozy Critter, a Lone Star Critter. She has promised to email me of what’s going on in her life. Once a Critter, always a Critter, even though we have to […]
Mar 8, 2016
Stormy Skies and Wicked Weather
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Clouds began gathering yesterday. It was the kind of solemn day that is a forerunner of wicked weather. There was just a feeling in the air, as Darcy told Flora in Grave Heritage. Sometimes, the electric, restless feeling as a storm approaches is far worse than the storm itself. This is true of actual atmospheric […]
Mar 7, 2016
Something About a Mystery
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Life has its mysteries. You know some real life mysteries; so do I. We never know the answer to some puzzles; we will always wonder “why?” Maybe that is the allure of cozy mysteries. We meet the problem, go with the lead character as she tries to figure out “who dunnit” and then, at the […]
Mar 6, 2016
From Dusty, Forgotten Corners
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Housecleaning has its own rewards and one of those is stumbling upon things I had forgotten. Pack rats have nothing on me when it comes to sticking little remnants of this and that back into corners or baskets or drawers and then forgetting about them. But, as in all things, sooner or later there comes […]
Mar 5, 2016
A Strange and Alien Wind
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The Folgers Coffee is hot and strong, just the way I like it. My little dog Nemo dozes on the floor beside me. The noise of the interstate is a far-off hum. The train rumbles to a stop downtown but it is a distant, comforting noise. Familiar sounds and rituals punctuate the morning but beneath it […]
