Yesterday, I rummaged in the garage until I found a few of my fall decorations. One is a centerpiece I bought at a craft fair years ago. It is pretty with the candle in the center and fall leaves and such around. Through the years,it has grown a bit. Now, it includes some real-life acorns that I’ve found under […]
Sep 1, 2016
September’s Song
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The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day Manos September is that, isn’t it…summer’s afterglow? Each spring, leaves, flowers, grass are bursting with new […]
Aug 31, 2016
Stories Lie Buried in Every Cemetery
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In the book of life, yesterday’s page has been filled. Tomorrow’s page is a mystery. All we have is today–a fresh, white page and we hold the pen — Flora Tucker. In all four of the Darcy and Flora cozy mysteries, cemeteries are front and center. I don’t think any of the books are morbid, do you? […]
Aug 27, 2016
Home for Christmas
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Nettie wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with her uncle, Javin Granger, her last living relative. It had been forty years since she and her family left her hometown of Ednalee, Oklahoma; now, she was back, hiding from an experience in Atlanta and needing the peace and quiet of the old Victorian house her […]
Aug 15, 2016
Coffee with Friends
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Good morning. I like to begin the day with you. So, pour a cup of coffee and join me. Those in NWArkansas and NEOklahoma, be forewarned: the Balsam Fir weather wand is pointing downward. That means rain! I’ll bet the Four O’Clocks along my back fence have opened because it’s as dark as early evening. […]
Aug 10, 2016
Skate Boarding Granny
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Things are not always as they seem or even as they look. For instance, anyone at first glance, would think the daring, intrepid woman in the photo was a champion skate-boarder, a real skate-boarding granny. Wouldn’t you? Well, if you squint your eyes a little and use your imagination, that thought could possibly cross your […]
