Whippoorwill Winter?

Whippoorwill Winter?

The maple leaves are as large as a rabbit’s ears; flowers are blooming, but, you know what? We have freezing temperatures, in the upper 20s and a possibility of snow on the way. In the early spring, we have periods of reverting to cold weather, called by various lovely names. Whippoorwill winter? Blackberry winter? Someone […]

What’s Behind That Innocent Color?

To look outside my window at the early April day, I’d say that it’s a lovely morning: fresh, young leaves on many trees, grass all green and bursting with the newness of the season, but, let me tell you, folks, it’s more than a bit nippy out. A walker just strode up the hill decked […]

An April Deep Freeze

An April Deep Freeze

Hard to believe, but earlier this morning, the thermometer registered twenty-eight degrees! I’m so glad I brought in all my wonderful flowers that I had stashed on the porch. Will this be the last freeze? I hope! April greets us with a bit of a cold shoulder, but she is actually a wonderful month. April […]

March Madness Murders

The book could have been called March Madness Murders and that would have fit. Instead, the title is Moonstruck and Murderous which is a good description too. But, what, exactly is “moonstruck”? Another word for moon is luna. And, from that comes lunatic. So, you get the idea. Moonstruck is a somewhat lesser way of […]

What Do You Do?

What Do You Do?

What do you do to keep sane, relax, give your mind a break during this time of uncertainty? Many places we’d like to go are not open, although, hopefully, restrictions are relaxing. Money is something to be watched closely, so our breaks from reality mustn’t be expensive. But, mini-vacations are needed now more than ever.  […]

How It Began

How It Began

I had a feeling there was no use in responding to Miss Evangeline, because she was what my father used to call, “wound up.” She wanted me to listen, so that’s what I did. Without warning, she grabbed my arm. I jumped. She whispered, “Shh. What was that? Did you hear anything, Nettie?” Her grip […]

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