The street in front of my house is mostly packed snow and ice. Schools are dismissed again and the temperature this morning hovers at twenty-four. The sky is only a little darker than the snow, sort of soft gray and there’s no sign of the sun. I’m sure it’s somewhere there in the east, about […]
Dec 8, 2013
Part II–Little Cedar and the Storm of the Century
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With so many animals around his trunk, Little Cedar felt strangely warmed. His friends were depending on him for their very lives. That thought gave Little Cedar an extra surge of courage and he gripped that rock just beneath the soil with determination. The wind and sleet hammered him cruelly. He closed his eyes and […]
Dec 7, 2013
Little Cedar and the Storm of the Century
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Fierce winds tugged at Little Cedar. His scrawny boughs bent and swayed but he dug his roots deeper and hung onto the rock buried beneath the mountain soil. “The wind is so cold,” said Little Cedar. He shivered from his topmost limb to the bottom of his twisted trunk. “It must be nearly Christmas again.” […]
Dec 6, 2013
The Weather Outside is Frightful
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Wednesday, the weather was pretty nice. I buzzed around, taking down things in the yard I had up all summer and storing them away until next spring. Thursday? Well, Thursday was an entirely different story. An interesting thing: Our last snow occurred May 4 and our first snowfall this year occurred December 5, almost exactly […]
Dec 4, 2013
Wednesday Wanderings
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Some mornings I wake up with my mind going in a dozen different directions. Do you do that? I have a feeling if I could capture those fly-away thoughts and concentrate on one or two of them for, maybe thirty minutes or so, I might solve some of my problems. Like, where did I put […]
Dec 2, 2013
A Furry Fable–Conclusion
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Why the Squirrel Has a Bushy Tail by Blanche Day Manos Wind tore at Squirrel. Rain blinded her. She had to blink fast to see anything at all, but she kept going, an inch at a time, down the tree toward the river. At last the roar of the river drowned out the sounds of […]
