Chapter 16 It wasn’t until the next day that Miss Georgia learned the whole story. Monroe, Abigail, and she sat in Miss Georgia’s kitchen with cups of hot tea on the table. Elmira snoozed in Miss Georgia’s lap. “So, did Smudge actually shoot poor Thurston?” Miss Georgia asked. “And, who was the other man, […]
Sep 7, 2019
Simple Wisdom
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“Joys come from simple and natural things; mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water.” […]
Aug 22, 2019
Cats and Rain and Mysteries
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A loud crash jarred me out of a warm slumber. Thunder! The sound of rain on the deck. Wonderful. Just when we need it so badly, grass was beginning to lose its vitality, leaves on trees and flowers were drooping. Thunder still echoes through the dark morning. Storms and rain hold a prominent place […]
May 19, 2019
Tribal Customs Continue
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Routines are nice as long as they don’t become ruts. Routines are not the same as schedules. A schedule seems rather inflexible and fixed, but a routine is a pattern that gives meaning to a day. Routines are more like tribal customs. In the dim, dark ages that many people have never experienced, those days […]
Feb 1, 2019
Edgar Allan Squirrel’s Foray Into Crime
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Edgar Allan Squirrel is a vandal. Yes, I know it is sad news, but truth is truth. I’m hoping it is a short-lived aberration, but I must tell you this rodent is an opportunist at heart. He isn’t above thievery and even has a taste for it. Case in point: stealing sunflower seeds from […]
