We missed sidekicks Carolyn and Nancy yesterday but Jane, Peg, and I held down the fort. The fireplace warmed the house, the homemade blueberry muffins were tasty and the coffee was hot. Two hours flew by as we talked of books, why we did or didn’t like a certain one, poems and the importance of […]
Oct 10, 2017
A Thinly-Veiled Gossamer Morning
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Like a gossamer veil, it drifts silently over damp trees and rests upon the grass. Fog on a fall morning. A cold front is moving in. Weather is changing. A new season is on the way. This is an inverted day. Instead of becoming warmer, the temperature will sink until by tomorrow morning, summer will […]
Sep 29, 2017
Taking a Peek into a Journal
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Today, we are taking a peek at a page in the journal of Ned McNeil. You can read about her and her friends and her lovely but mysterious old house in Moonlight Can Be Murder and By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. September 29 — It is hard to believe that September is almost […]
Sep 27, 2017
And Then There’s That Cotton-Pickin’ Internet
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Isn’t it funny how we depend so much on the internet? Believe it or not, when I was growing up, I had never heard of the internet or home computers or email and I did just fine. But now? Well, now, I’ve gotten used to it. So, tonight, Wednesday, September 27, my internet connection is […]
Sep 25, 2017
Looking Back With…What?
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Years ago, I penned a weekly column for The Tahlequah Daily Press called Looking Back. It was stories my mother told me of her childhood and looking back at a way of life that existed in the early twentieth century. It is with somewhat a shock that I realize, if I wanted, I could pen another […]
Sep 23, 2017
Ending of Summer, Beginning of Fall
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This post from last year seems to be exactly what I’m feeling this morning. Summer’s Afterglow The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day […]
