The furry friend I’m talking about is Nemo. An ongoing mystery: why does he sit beside me when I’m at the computer, looking up at me hopefully, breathing his hot, aromatic breath on me, and staring at the black back-up box on the floor. He doesn’t want me sitting here. He dislikes this computer and […]
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 […]
Oct 4, 2017
One Dark and Misty Morning
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The morning is cool and dark. Rain moved in yesterday and maybe, since it met with such a joyous welcome, will return today. Now, this is more like fall. On such a dark morning, all I want to do is curl up with a good cozy mystery. But, there are things that must be done. […]
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 […]
Sep 2, 2017
Is the Sky Really Falling?
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The sky was a blue canopy arching over the thirsty flower beds. It was time to water my front yard plants. It has been a while since we’ve had rain and those flowers were looking pretty droopy. So, I grabbed my trusty garden hose and dragged it toward the oak and the marigolds, petunias, and […]
Oct 10, 2016
Pensively Speaking
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This time of year sometimes brings on a bout of nostalgia, pensively speaking. One of my favorite poems, October’s Bright Blue Weather by Helen Hunt Jackson, describes the kind of weather we’ve been having lately. O sun and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together, Love loveth best of all the year […]
