The eastern sky looks a little odd this morning. Slate blue overlaid with pinkish orange as the sun makes its presence felt. I guess that’s what’s known as a cold November sky. Let me share with you our shivery forecast: possibility of freezing rain and sleet today, possibility of snow tomorrow. Which reminds me of […]
Nov 14, 2014
A Big Box of Beautiful Books
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They came, that box of beautiful books! These are not just any books but the Darcy and Flora Cozy Mysteries set in Levi, Oklahoma filled with interesting people you will surely want to meet. We can all remember the rapture with which we gazed on the newborn face of our children for the very first time. Not […]
Nov 13, 2014
Leaves, Books, and Red-tailed Hawks
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I have a riddle for you. What is not quite like a cozy but is still very good? The answer: The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. This is a CD that Peg recently listened to and enjoyed. The author is Alan Bradley. Peg is looking forward to The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag. She hasn’t heard […]
Nov 12, 2014
Birds, Books, and Br-r-r
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This morning I checked out the temperature on the computer. It was nineteen degrees! Whoa! I nearly choked on my swallow of coffee. Then, I noticed I had left it set on the Minnesota town where my brother lives. What a relief! I typed in my NW Arkansas location and it read 20.9. Only two […]
Nov 11, 2014
In Tune with Tuesday
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Thank you to all the veterans out there! And thank you to my two brothers Tracy and Richard, for their years of service in the Navy. Posthumously, to my brother Thurman and nephew Clint. I appreciate you! The uninvited guest I mentioned yesterday has arrived. She slipped in quietly last night and is beginning to […]
Nov 10, 2014
An Unwanted Guest
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She’s coming. Better get ready. Will she stay long? Boy! I hope not! How do I get ready for an unwanted guest? Batten down the hatches! Yesterday was a family affair in cleaning the children’s pool, winterizing it as best we could. Now it looks forlorn and unsettled, like it’s waiting for something. And, it […]
