As I sit here, thinking this morning about this and that, sipping my coffee, I’m rather amazed that I got here so fast. By “here”, I mean this stage of life. Sometimes, I try to make sense of it all. Do you do that too, when your house is quiet and you’re alone with your […]
Sep 2, 2020
Spoken Thoughts
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It’s such an extraordinary thing to hear my own thoughts spoken aloud by someone else! How’d that happen, you may ask? It’s all because of audible books. I love them. My publisher is having the Ned McNeil books put into audible form. All of the four Darcy and Flora books are already available as audibles. […]
Sep 1, 2020
September’s Song
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The first day of a brand new month, September. This month closes out summer and ushers in fall. We’ll be thinking colored leaves and fall rains. If you were born in September, your birthstone is the sapphire and your flower is the morning-glory. A soft, gentle rain falls again this morning. It looks like a […]
Aug 31, 2020
What Was That Sound?
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This morning, a strange sound woke me. At first, I didn’t recognize it. It had a nice ring to it as it plunked onto something metal outside. Another noise over-shadowed it, a soft rumble. Aha! Thunder! Rain. At last, it was raining. Now, the morning is still dark. Rain has stopped, but the clouds promise […]
Aug 29, 2020
Gardyloo and That Means You!
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Words are like people–they have interesting backgrounds. One such word is gardyloo. It originated in France, but was used in other countries too, as a warning that something unsavory was about to happen. What, you may ask? Suppose that you were walking along the street of a European town in the year 1650. Suddenly, from […]
Aug 28, 2020
Cicada Summer
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There he was, stuck to the screen of my door. What was he doing? Thinking? Doubtful. I hear him, these summer nights; he and his family and friends tune up in the darkness, singing their summertime songs, filling the night with their grating sound. All my life, I called them jar flies, and it was […]
