by Blanche Day Manos Don’t tell me they are gone, for I can see them still The house, the spring, the burr oak tree, the barn beneath the hill. I smell the sausage sizzling, I hear the rooster crow, The sounds and scents of each new day that woke me long ago. I feel the […]
Jun 10, 2020
To See Is To Conquer
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I had been meaning to clean out that closet for a long time; I mean a really long time. So, what better time than a rainy afternoon? Feeling virtuous can energize a person so, knowing that I was bent on doing a needed, worthwhile deed, I dug in. Some things are hard to let go […]
Jun 9, 2020
Life’s Mysteries
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I’ve noticed something in the last few years. In fact, I’ve noticed several things for which I have no answers. Why, for example, is the print on any kind of label so small? It would take a magnifying glass to read it. Or, maybe it was written for little, tiny elves, with little, squinchy eyes? […]
Jun 6, 2020
Remembering the Men of D-Day
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This is D-Day. It happened in 1944, a lot of years ago, a hellish time for the men who landed on the beaches of Normandy. Thousands died, many miles from home; young men who stood between us and tyranny. Because of them, I am able to enjoy watching my grandchildren grow up in a free […]
Jun 5, 2020
Dinosaur!
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I woke up this morning with a strange compulsion to look through some old pictures. Strange, because that’s not usually the first thing on my mind when I wake up. So, I pulled some hat boxes full of pictures out of my closet, opened them, and started going through. I lit on two pictures that […]
Jun 4, 2020
My Barometer Wears Fur
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Even if I hadn’t seen the clouds, even if I didn’t hear the rain, I’d know the weather was turning stormy. My furry barometer told me so. When Nemo hears thunder or senses a disturbance in the atmosphere, he trots over to me, puts his feet on my lap and looks beseechingly at my face. […]
