The door swung softly often and there came drifting in forty phantom visitors with whiskers on each chin. It’s foggy this morning. I glanced out of my window and the whole world seemed to be wrapped in a soft, gray mist. We had rain yesterday and cooler weather so I imagine fog is the result. […]
Aug 14, 2016
Gleanings
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Gleanings are bits and pieces of grain left when a field has been harvested. This morning’s blog is really bits and pieces of this and that: some serious, some not. Anyway, these are my thoughts this morning. The flowers and potted evergreen from my friend Fran are now in my container garden. They have enlarged […]
Aug 11, 2016
The Coffee Is Hot
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Beginning the day with coffee with friends means I’m off to a good start. Thanks for dropping in through the wonder of technology. Whether you are in Austria, Minnesota, Texas, California, South Carolina, or any place in between, it’s nice to have coffee with you. I enjoy sharing my thoughts and reading your comments. It’s neat to hear about your […]
Aug 10, 2016
Skate Boarding Granny
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Things are not always as they seem or even as they look. For instance, anyone at first glance, would think the daring, intrepid woman in the photo was a champion skate-boarder, a real skate-boarding granny. Wouldn’t you? Well, if you squint your eyes a little and use your imagination, that thought could possibly cross your […]
Aug 6, 2016
Movin’ On
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We are all movin’ on through life. It seems to me (and correct me if I’m wrong) that the way a person walks or moves is a reflection of who he or she is. Let’s see if I can say that a little more clearly. We stride into life with different gaits.Of course, for reasons […]
Aug 3, 2016
Coffee with Blanche
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Have you noticed that August brings a change in the air, an almost imperceptible something that tells us summer is drawing to a close? Lawns need mowing less frequently. Those early spring flowers which filled the planters are succumbing to the heat; even the trees have a quiet, brooding look about them. And, of […]
