With fear and trembling, I entered the small room and sat down in a chair only to be lent backward to a prone position. A bright light shone on my face. Was this the Inquisition? I’d answer any question just to be up and out of there. My heart thumped wildly. Every muscle stretched to a trembling tautness. […]
Aug 16, 2016
Into the Phantasy World of Phog
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The door swung softly often and there came drifting in forty phantom visitors with whiskers on each chin. It’s foggy this morning. I glanced out of my window and the whole world seemed to be wrapped in a soft, gray mist. We had rain yesterday and cooler weather so I imagine fog is the result. […]
Aug 14, 2016
Gleanings
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Gleanings are bits and pieces of grain left when a field has been harvested. This morning’s blog is really bits and pieces of this and that: some serious, some not. Anyway, these are my thoughts this morning. The flowers and potted evergreen from my friend Fran are now in my container garden. They have enlarged […]
Aug 6, 2016
Movin’ On
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We are all movin’ on through life. It seems to me (and correct me if I’m wrong) that the way a person walks or moves is a reflection of who he or she is. Let’s see if I can say that a little more clearly. We stride into life with different gaits.Of course, for reasons […]
Aug 3, 2016
Coffee with Blanche
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Have you noticed that August brings a change in the air, an almost imperceptible something that tells us summer is drawing to a close? Lawns need mowing less frequently. Those early spring flowers which filled the planters are succumbing to the heat; even the trees have a quiet, brooding look about them. And, of […]
Aug 2, 2016
Looking Back
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“I am a part of all that I have met,” said Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Was he looking back at his life when he said this? Life’s experiences do indeed shape our outlook on life and impact thoughts and actions but I wonder how much of our past and present circumstances change who we really are, deep inside? […]
