The first week of May is nearly gone, a wet month, a stormy month for some. Weather is changeable and so are world conditions, so it’s good to know that some things don’t change. May’s birthstone is still the beautiful, glowing emerald and May’s flower is still lily-of-the-valley. So, even in uncertainty, there are […]
May 4, 2021
Speaking the Same Language
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Last night’s severe weather did a lot of damage to Arkansas’ River Valley. Trees are down, buildings damaged, schools closed. Fortunately, this area got thunder, lightning, and rain, but so far as I know, no damage. There’s something about a calamity that brings people together. Suddenly, everyone speaks the same language. Friends, neighbors, strangers are […]
May 1, 2021
Have You Seen the May Bee?
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This is the day the little May Bee flies forth and children (and some adults) will use him in their speech all day long. I’ve always pictured the May Bee as a small striped fellow, rather like a bumblebee who wears a happy grin and has transluscent wings the color of spring flowers. But then, […]
Apr 30, 2021
Oils and Thinking
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It had been a long time since I’d painted in oils. Oh, I’d gotten canvas boards, paints, brushes, all the paraphernalia, but then, I just left them tucked away. The thing of it was, I was intimidated. Pencil sketches, watercolors, Prismacolor–all those media were familiar to me, as oil once was, so why did I […]
Apr 29, 2021
Hummers in the Maple Tree
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I am convinced that a mama and papa hummingbird have set up housekeeping in my front yard maple tree. I wish them good fortune and blessings. I’ve never seen a cat in that maple, but I’ve seen lots of squirrels. Maybe the tiny birds have attached their nest to a limb that’s too fragile for […]
Apr 28, 2021
An Eye on the Sky
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Thunder shakes the house as lightning shivers across the sky. Car lights, like glowing eyes, glide down the street. Tree limbs, darker than the sky behind them, move restlessly in the wind while inside the small, brick house, the writer peers at her computer screen. Yes, that’s me this morning. We are under a tornado […]
