As you know, I really admire old houses, houses that have been lived in, that were built when builders took time to put them together well and even added artistic touches. On my mother’s birthday, I accidentally happened upon the picture of an old house in Tahlequah, built in 1906. It’s for sale and it’s lovely. […]
Apr 13, 2016
What Will Happen Next?
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Unexpected things happen. As long as they are nice, pleasant or intriguing unexpected things, I like them fine. In cozy mysteries, when unexpected things happen, they usually are not so nice. Now, what a thing to do to Ned or Darcy or Flora! It’s good they are only fictional. When I wrote Moonlight Can Be Murder, I […]
Apr 11, 2016
No Matter Their Size or Shape, Grandmas Are Great
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My mother had several Bibles. Some, she used basically for reference or footnotes. One, she read every day. She carried a particular one to church each Sunday until the cover literally wore out then she began taking the Scofield Bible that Matt gave her. I find interesting things in her Bible, in addition to God’s […]
Apr 10, 2016
A Year’s Worth of Flowers
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Remember the contest that will be going on for a while. Read yesterday’s blog for all the rewards, fun, and things. http://www.blanchedaymanos.com/captivating-colorful-contest/ I love gifts that last, don’t you?Yesterday, my children gave me an early birthday gift. They bought flowers, containers, and dirt. They planted my container garden and the planters on the deck. They worked all day! Now my yard […]
Apr 7, 2016
A Warm Welcome
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As I looked at the array of pies, cakes, and cookies on Fran’s table yesterday, I said, “Okay, let’s skip the soup and salads and go straight to the desserts.” Fran’s April luncheon was colorful and inviting, as her luncheons always are. I didn’t count the number of women gathered, but it was a table […]
Apr 6, 2016
Is There Something in the Wind?
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As I look out of my window on the world, I see pale, new leaves of trees in stark contrast against a cloudy sky. The wind is moving those trees and it isn’t doing so quietly. Just between you and me, I don’t like to hear the wind blow. There’s something unsettling in it; something […]
