An owl woke me this morning! Of course, it was way before daylight and for a moment, I didn’t recognize it. The soft “who” came again. It was an owl–the first one I’ve heard in years. He stayed around a while, calling. Maybe he wanted to be good and sure I was out of bed. So, […]
Feb 3, 2016
Neighborhood Walk
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Yesterday, I took my camera with me as I went for a walk through the neighborhood. Winter time trees are beautiful because their symmetry is starkly visible without the covering of leaves. A certain tree with white bark stood out against the blueness of sky, a silent, regal guardian of its domain. In summer, fully leafed, its uniqueness […]
Feb 2, 2016
Raindrops Are Fallin’ on His Head
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I don’t know what Punxsutawney Phil is going to find when he sticks his head out of his burrow in Pennsylvania but Grundoon the Arkansas Groundhog will get rain on his furry little head. At least, right now at the present time, he will. Of course, it’s too early for the sun anyway so seeing […]
Feb 1, 2016
Gravely Speaking
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Grave Heritage is finished except for final readings, edits, and re-writes. This is one of my favorite excerpts. I thought you might enjoy it too. As I drove across our bridge, around the house, and into the garage to park beside Mom’s Toyota, a sense of homecoming met me. I loved the trees that seemingly […]
Jan 29, 2016
In Case of Wrinkles, Iron Here
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Re-thinking some thoughts from 2013: Am I the only person on earth who likes to iron? I particularly like to iron in the winter. There’s something about the welcome warmth of the iron, the smell of fresh clothes and the monotony of just moving my arm back and forth that is soothing. Ironing is a good […]
Jan 28, 2016
A Poem for a Squirrel
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A few days ago, my blog post was about a squirrel in my back yard. I mentioned that Jane would probably write a poem about the aforementioned squirrel. I was right. She did! Yesterday at our critique, she shared that poem with us. I am so honored! And, if my friend the backyard squirrel knew […]
