The nature show was about a mama bear waking up after a winter of hibernation. She had two cubs, so small they had a hard job following her when she left the cave. The snow was deep and the grown bear took off, leaving her babies to struggle along behind. They floundered and sank […]
Jul 21, 2018
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night
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It was indeed a dark and stormy night last night. Not once, not twice, but three times, the storms woke me. I should say they woke Nemo who then woke me. He has developed a sensitivity to storms that borders on panic. And, when panic takes over, there’s no reasoning with him. But, we made […]
Jul 19, 2018
Ode to a Dear, Departed Dryer
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Good-bye, little dryer; you’ve done your job well. Through good times and bad, the adventures you’ve had, you’ve been through the mill and kept going. But, all things must end, so it’s good-bye, my friend, your age, wear and tear are now showing. There’s nothing to do but replace you with new; it’s a parting […]
Jul 18, 2018
In the Darkness of a Rainy Morning
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The grass, the leaves, the flowers are bowed down with rain. Thunder stomps across heavy, dark clouds. Rain is wonderful and especially so in the summer, in the month of July. The crepe myrtle’s blooms seem brighter than usual, the Jacob’s coat in its container stands out in the darkness. It seems that flowers are […]
Jul 17, 2018
The Mystery of the Swaying Crepe Myrtle
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A branch on the crepe myrtle just outside my window is swaying. What is making it move? It isn’t the wind. The breeze is still; all the other branches are still. It’s a mystery! (I think I know the answer–a squirrel, but since I didn’t glimpse him, I’ll just keep the mystery.) Mysteries are on […]
Jul 15, 2018
How Do You Look at Things?
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My sister-in-law Linda and I found these old glasses in their case when we were cleaning out Mom and Dad’s storage room. I know two things about them: they are old and I like them a lot. They did not belong to my parents and I’m guessing some previous owner of the house and storage […]
