The Magic Wand of Time

The Magic Wand of Time

The morning is dark and cool. We’re under a tornado watch and a flood warning. Last night’s weather was wicked in many places and I haven’t yet heard of all the damage done in Oklahoma and other states. Sunday, as we drove to the cemetery for Decoration Day, we were amazed to see evidence of […]

Storm Warning

Storm Warning

The weather this morning holds no hint of winter’s re-entry; no notice that a cold, frigid storm is in the near future. Some of the maples sport tentative buds and a few bushes hint of green. Squirrels are gathering fluff for their nests and birds are looking at tree branches with an eye to building. […]

The Monster Roaming the Countryside

The Monster Roaming the Countryside

  The wind, Sunday, was a monster, tossing leaves here and there, scooting them down the street, swirling them in piles in the corners of  buildings, flinging them back into the trees. It was  cold, relentless, unfeeling, tugging at people’s coats, carrying away the furry hats, breathing its shivery breath down collars. It blew up […]

Speedy, Dinah, Bucky and Me

Speedy, Dinah, Bucky and Me

When you have a good thing going, why would you try to change it? Remember the phrase, “If it’s not broke, don’t fix it”? I wonder that about a lot of things. One thing that puzzles me is why manufacturers or agencies change an advertisement that is working fine. Sometimes after watching a flashy commercial complete with all […]

The Amazing Mystery of Change

The Amazing Mystery of Change

Sometimes change happens suddenly. Sometimes, it’s gradual, but whichever it is, it is a mystery. When I went to bed last night, the maple tree in front of my window was basically green. This morning, orange leaves adorn the tree–not altogether but a good sight more than were there last night.  More and more of […]

Change Keeps Happening All Around

Change Keeps Happening All Around

Somewhere in the darkness of early morning, a dove calls. The birds are much quieter now than they were this spring. My flowers are a little bit tired. Even without looking at the calendar, I would know that summer is winding down and fall is coming on. Where has the summer gone? What did I […]