Do you ever wake up with a thought or a song running through your head? I do, quite often. It’s nice when those thoughts are positive, not so nice when they aren’t. What are they related to? Why do we have them? I don’t know the answers, but I wish I did. Spring inspires […]
Apr 26, 2019
News and a View
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The world looks green, this morning. Green and sunny. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the trees quite so full of leaves. Yesterday, as well as being my birthday, was the last day to get my driver’s license renewed. Yes, I had procrastinated. When I walked into the Department of Motor Vehicles, I should […]
Apr 25, 2019
Thoughts on Reaching a Milestone
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Sometimes, a person reaches a milestone and just sitting down on it for a rest and a think seems to be in order. I’ve covered a good many miles before reaching this thinking spot–more miles behind than there are in front, to be sure, and I ask myself what I’ve accomplished and what, […]
Apr 24, 2019
A Small World After All
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God’s Small World God made a tiny, shiny world in blades of grass and flowers, Where crickets creep and spiders spin and dewdrops fall in showers. And in this small, this crawly world are secrets and surprises. The caterpillars creeping here wear summertime disguises. No one but God could think of it; I don’t know […]
Apr 22, 2019
The Case of the Golden-Haired Sleuth
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She had been following that tell-tale trail all morning. Surely, this time she would find the culprits. All those over-turned garbage cans, clothes stolen off clotheslines, food swiped from picnic baskets when no one was looking–it all had to stop and she was just the sleuth who could stop it. Looking down at the […]
Apr 20, 2019
The Day Before Easter
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Such a lovely, still morning. The greens are vibrant. Shadows cast by the morning sun are sleepy, soft shadows. A squirrel scurries across my neighbor’s drive, and a blue jay is on the hunt for breakfast. The azaleas by the front door are starting to bloom, as is the Iris. My deck is littered […]
