When someone comes to visit, about the first thing I ask is, “Would you like a cup of coffee?” Many happy memories center around a warm visit over a hot cup of coffee. This post is from three years ago but it’s still true today. Many years ago, every day after school, I stopped by […]
Jul 1, 2017
Country Is In Her Blood But Patience Isn’t
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The loudest noise on this dark, quiet morning is my water fountain in the flower garden by the front porch. Its splash has always reminded me of a creek. And, looking out my back door beyond the deck, I can see only trees and believe, for a few a moments, that I’m in the country […]
Jun 27, 2017
Tuesday Morning Coming Down
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The porch swing was a good place to sit this morning. A bit chilly, but nice. Sunlight poked golden fingers through the tangled leaves of the trees. In the distance, a dove called. The robins were silent, too busy to do much chirping. The squirrels, never too busy for a wild romp, chased each other […]
Jun 25, 2017
And What Is So Rare As a Day in June?
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Then, if ever, come perfect days…Yesterday was one of those rare, perfect days spoken of in the poem by James Russell Lowell. The weather was perfect and that set the tone for the day. I sat on the deck and began reading again, for the third or fourth time, The Red Lamp by Mary Roberts […]
Jun 24, 2017
The Comfort of a Well-Loved Friend
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Comfort–it’s something we long for, work for, search for, and when we find it, we wrap it around ourselves like a warm blanket on a chilly night and feel that all is right with the world. It’s strange that many, many dollars are spent, many miles are traveled, and many hardships are endured so that […]
Jun 23, 2017
A Goofy Flight of Summertime Fancy
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I first published this about four years ago so this is a re-run. Let me tell you I do not believe in reincarnation and hope I don’t offend anyone with this flight of fancy. My only excuse is that I wrote it much longer than four years ago, probably in some idle moments, and since […]
