Whether the weather turns cold or stormy or not, we have no control, and the best thing we can do is try to prepare. Rain last night, turning colder today, and possibly ice and/or snow tomorrow. One thing about it, it isn’t boring. For some reason, this very old children’s tale popped into my mind. […]
Jan 3, 2019
No Icing on This Winter Day
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Yesterday, it rained, just a hint of ice in the rain. This morning, the temperature is above freezing. We still have a chance for snow tonight and tomorrow. Will it happen? Only The Shadow knows. (heh). For those of you who think the holidays have driven me a bit barmy, The Shadow was an old-time […]
Feb 11, 2018
Ice and Hibernation
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Only one thing to do on a morning like this–hibernate! We don’t have a major ice storm, just ice on the roads in enough spots to make them slick. At least, most of us won’t be in Darcy and Flora’s predicament: Sleet rattled against the worn boards of the barn, and a […]
Jan 12, 2017
A Hedgehog or a Turtle Day?
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Among the gifts my children gave me at Christmas was this happy little hedgehog. He sits atop my computer and looks on with interest as I type the current suspenseful scene in By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. This hedgehog is more than he seems at first glance. He reverses, and becomes a turtle. […]
Dec 18, 2016
Arctic Cold, Old Man Winter’s Breath
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I feel as if I may be in the Arctic this morning! It’s six degrees. There’s only a skift of snow, but under it is ice. Streets, highways, sidewalks are all slick and dangerous. It’s a good morning to stay inside. And read. And write. And read some more. Presently, about the only reading I’m […]
Mar 4, 2015
Thoughts of a Country Woman
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Sure, I live in town now; although it is not a bustling city, it is not the country either. But my roots are country. I don’t mean the kind of country that drugstore cowboys sing about. (I used to say rinestone-studded cowboys but now scruffy seems to be the rinestone of the past.) My growing […]
