This morning my thoughts are like the leaves that are beginning to fall here and there in my yard: one thought here, two or three over there, and when a wind blows through, scattering them in all different directions. It is dark this morning, of course, because I’ve gotten up before the sun yet again […]
Sep 14, 2013
Contrast
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Last night as I stepped out on the deck and glanced up at the trees, I was struck by the beauty of contrast. Shadows draped the lower trunks of the tall trees in my yard while the sun brightened their top branches. Sunshine and shadow, light and dark. If I had not looked up, it […]
Aug 30, 2013
Incurably Romantic
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And, to the title I might add that I’m not looking for an antidote. But before you jump to any conclusions, let me say that I probably don’t define romantic as any dictionary or thesaurus does; well, maybe I would agree that I’m a bit fanciful because I don’t always look at life the way it […]
Aug 1, 2013
What’s Cozier Than a Cozy Critique?
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The answer to that question would be: four cozy critiquers, seated around my mother’s hundred-year old wood dining table, coffee cups and cookies at hand, pencils poised above paper, listening to one of the members read. Yesterday Jane, Nancy, Peg and I gathered for an afternoon of reading, listening and giving opinions. Here are a […]
Jul 31, 2013
A Friend for the Journey
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In my herb garden, right next to the Etta Bend rock, I have a sun dial. I’ve had it for years. On it is an inscription from a poem by Robert Browning, “Grow Old Along With Me; The Best Is Yet To Be.” I’ve always liked that line. I suppose that Robert and Elizabeth Barrett […]
