Cars and trucks on the Interstate are humming along this morning. The Folger’s coffee is hot and strong. Nemo is snoozing and the Christmas tree is glowing. It’s the Monday before Christmas and this is what the day looks like from my house. An amazing find out by the mailbox: jonquils are poking through the […]
Dec 18, 2015
First Snowfall!
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If you did not look out your window between eight and nine o’clock last night, you probably missed NW Arkansas’s first snowfall. It started as a light mist, got harder, and those droplets turned into very wet flakes. It was only a handful, a sifting, and it melted off quickly. This is really funny because […]
Dec 17, 2015
Morning Coffee with Darcy and Flora
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The following conversation is not in any of the Darcy and Flora cozy mysteries…yet. But, come with me this morning to the town of Levi, Oklahoma, and listen in as Darcy talks with her mother about a problem and Flora’s wise recommendation. Darcy: You are up early, Mom. Couldn’t you sleep? Flora: I got my […]
Dec 15, 2015
The Glow of the Memory Tree
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Each ornament on my Christmas tree has a story. Starting at the bottom, there’s the beautiful, hooked poinsettia tree skirt my sister Helen made years ago. When she gave it to me, she told me it wasn’t quite finished but I’ve looked at it for years and can’t see where anything else needs to […]
Dec 13, 2015
Christmas and A Wandering Heart
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One of my favorite Christmas stories for children is Mrs. Goose’s Wild Christmas. I think it’s out of print now. It was in an older Childcraft book years ago. Matt says I insisted on reading it to him when he was small although he didn’t particularly like it. It’s about two geese, a wild goose and a tame one, […]
Dec 12, 2015
Streeling into Saturday
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Sauntering, strolling, streeling–words that mean about the same but the last word is not heard much any more. In Grave Heritage, Flora uses the word and she and Darcy remember that Andy Tucker used to say that. None of the Cozy Critters who heard me read the passage from the book knew what it meant. […]
