Let’s face it. Some days, we want to be beamed up or whisked away to some place refreshing, different, exciting, fun, and leave our troubles far behind. Just for a little while. Just to get our second wind. Since I am not Captain Kirk, and Scotty isn’t available, I do the next best thing and […]
Mar 4, 2018
Stuff to Take With You into March
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Did you know we’ve already had one full moon this month and it was called the Mouse Moon? There’ll be another this month, making it a blue moon. Its name? The Sap Moon. March abounds with weather lore, folklore, poems, fact and fiction. It’s an unreliable month, rather unstable as the seasons change from winter […]
Mar 3, 2018
Beautiful, Lowly Mud Puddles
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Okay, let’s face it–a mud puddle is about the lowest thing in life. But, it has an undeserved reputation because I’ve never seen a puddle on the ground that was muddy–at least, until someone stepped in it. Puddles that remain after a rain can’t help that they happen to be in a low spot and […]
Mar 1, 2018
Under the Quilting Frame
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Happy first day of March–brand new month, one step closer to spring. Is this month coming in like a lion in your part of the world? Here in NWA, it is pretty mild–damp and cloudy, but not snowy or cold, so look out! Let’s keep tabs on this changeable month and see if it will […]
Feb 28, 2018
Rainy Day People
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I love rainy days–always have. And, I love the memories of the people who have shared them with me. Yesterday, rain fell from pewter-colored skies, running in rivulets down the windows, puddling in the yard, playing hide-and-seek with hungry squirrels at the feeders, and keeping winter birds hidden away among sheltering bushes. I listened to […]
Something Vile Is in the Wind
The Folgers Coffee is hot and strong, just the way I like it. My little dog Nemo dozes on the floor beside me. The noise of the interstate is a far-off hum. The train rumbles to a stop downtown but it is a distant, comforting sound. Familiar sounds and rituals punctuate the morning but beneath it […]