Yesterday I wrote about my thoughts being a potpourri, a mixture of this and that. The day turned out to be that way too. The good far out-weighed the bad and the bad wasn’t all that bad; I took a tumble but the good part was, I sprang right up with no assistance, I didn’t […]
Feb 21, 2014
Potpourri, Hodgepodge, Patchwork
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I’ve always liked that French word Potpourri. It sounds lovely, like the mixed fragrances of dried flower petals it represents. However, “hodgepodge” and “patchwork” mean about the same thing. My thoughts this morning are a mixture, a patchwork quilt of jumping from one subject to the next. You are invited to share them. The wind […]
Feb 20, 2014
A Dab of Yellow Sunshine
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The wind is roaring in the treetops this morning. I don’t know if I’ve told you this, but I do not like to hear the wind. Also, the temperature is warm and we have a 40% chance for rain. That must mean that spring is near and it’s time to start being on alert for tornado […]
Feb 18, 2014
In the Wee, Small Hours of the Morning
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Do you ever wake up in the wee, small hours of the morning, and find thoughts running through your head that wouldn’t be there any other time of the day? It’s as if in the busyness of daylight hours, my mind is full of the activities or worries or demands of the day, but in […]
Feb 17, 2014
Of Presidents and Trees
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Presidents’ Day–no mail, banks closed in memory of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. I wonder, today, how many will think of the contributions to our country these two men made? Or, to how many will it mean only banks closed, no mail? In time, how many will remember that George Washington was born on February […]
Feb 16, 2014
Caves, Chills, and Deep, Dark Caverns
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Sometimes I am amazed at how our idea of entertainment has changed through the years. We depend on others to amuse us: movies, plays, music, TV, the list goes on. What would we do if we had to resort to our own ingenuity for diversion? It was a question that didn’t arise for my mother […]
