In the time of darkest defeat, victory may be nearest– William McKinley. Defeat–we all experience it from time to time. We have a goal in mind, try to reach it, do our utmost to reach it and we fail. The important thing is to get up and try again. Maybe that was the wrong direction to […]
Jul 9, 2017
Why, How Come, and Reasons Behind the Reason
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Life would be a lot simpler if not for that little word, why. As Paul Harvey was fond of saying, there’s always a story behind the story. There’s always a reason why things are as they are and that reason isn’t always what we think it is. That’s why writing is so much fun. It’s […]
Jul 1, 2017
Country Is In Her Blood But Patience Isn’t
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The loudest noise on this dark, quiet morning is my water fountain in the flower garden by the front porch. Its splash has always reminded me of a creek. And, looking out my back door beyond the deck, I can see only trees and believe, for a few a moments, that I’m in the country […]
Jun 29, 2017
Fun, Food, Flowers, and Farm Life
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Fun, food, flowers, and tales of farm life accented the cozy critique yesterday. If anybody had a slight case of the blues, those blues were banished by the laughter and creativity that settled into my dining room with the advent of the Cozy Critters. It’s nice to belong to a critique group that believes in […]
Jun 27, 2017
Tuesday Morning Coming Down
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The porch swing was a good place to sit this morning. A bit chilly, but nice. Sunlight poked golden fingers through the tangled leaves of the trees. In the distance, a dove called. The robins were silent, too busy to do much chirping. The squirrels, never too busy for a wild romp, chased each other […]
Jun 25, 2017
And What Is So Rare As a Day in June?
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Then, if ever, come perfect days…Yesterday was one of those rare, perfect days spoken of in the poem by James Russell Lowell. The weather was perfect and that set the tone for the day. I sat on the deck and began reading again, for the third or fourth time, The Red Lamp by Mary Roberts […]
