In the stillness of early morning, not a breeze stirs the trees. A small white moth drifts through the leaves of the crepe myrtle, maybe looking for a place to hide since morning caught her unaware. The light in my fountain glows on wet rocks. Sunday morning slips in quietly, no fanfare, no trumpets announcing the sunrise. It’s a […]
May 30, 2014
Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee
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Many years ago, every day after school, I stopped by Mom’s house for a cup of coffee. I looked forward to those times and I think she did too. We’d sit at her kitchen table and talk, not about anything in particular, just this and that. We didn’t solve any of the world’s problems nor did […]
May 28, 2014
Wistful Wednesday Wanderings
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How times have changed! And none more than in the way we communicate with each other. Believe me, I enjoy being able to speak to any of my family or friends through the telephone or Skype or email. It’s pretty neat to hear what each one is doing and keep up with their comings and […]
May 27, 2014
My Meandering Mind
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This is what I call a “soft” morning. I can see just above my neighbor’s roof, a light film of fog. If I were at Manos Meadows this morning and looked north toward Mr. Beaverson’s blueberry field, I would probably see remnants of fog, streamers of white mist floating above the berry bushes, like wandering spirits. […]
May 23, 2014
Snippets
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I wonder if they breathed a sigh of relief – those pretty little impatiens that stuck their toes in the soil under my oak tree yesterday? Hopefully, they’ll feel right at home with plenty of room to grow and spread out, and bloom to their full potentials. A few yellow marigolds keep them company and guard […]
May 21, 2014
Aromatherapy and Earthworms
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Want a sure-fire, cost-free cure for the blues? Try weeding your herb garden. This spring I’ve been kept out of the garden by frequent rains (I’m thankful for them) and writing mysteries (I’m thankful for them too). Yesterday, however, I grabbed gloves, trowel, and kneeling pad and dug in the dirt. Mint, as you know, […]
