Remembering Reading–Eva Shipp

Regrettably, I don’t read as much as I once did. It seems that the older I get, the less time I have to read. Or, maybe, because I am getting older and slowing down a little (a little?), it just takes me longer to do the things I once did more quickly in order to […]

An Interview with Pat Harris

An Interview with Pat Harris

The Roving Reporter is intrigued by the people she meets in Levi, Oklahoma. This morning, she zeroes in on Pat Harris, long-time friend of Flora Tucker. Roving Reporter: Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Mrs. Harris. I understand you’ve lived here in Levi a long time and are close friends with Flora Tucker? Pat: […]

Petrichor and Shadows

Petrichor and Shadows

It’s strange–the things which have no physical substance but which affect our lives. No one would doubt that shadows exist. When the sun shines on an object, that object casts a shadow. We can’t pick up the shadow or smell it or hear it, yet it is there. When I was a very small girl, […]

Reading, Writing, and Rain

Reading, Writing, and Rain

The first cup of Folgers is always the best. I like the fragrance of fresh-brewed coffee as well as I like the taste. Rain drips steadily from the eaves. The morning is dark and damp. It would be a good morning to go back to sleep except I have things to do and once I’m up, I’m […]

Puddles, Pools, and Ponderings

Puddles, Pools, and Ponderings

The picture I am posting today is of yesterday’s rain. Armed with my camera, I braved the elements, disregarding dark and threatening clouds and rumbles of thunder, to get a few pictures! Today’s picture is of a puddle and I happened to snap it directly after raindrops had splashed in, causing circles to spread. Of course, that […]

The Mystery of September Rain

The Mystery of September Rain

What is it about a gentle rain that is so calming, soothing, and better than a lullaby for putting a person to sleep? Rain drips  from eaves and leaves; the morning is dark and thunder rumbles softly somewhere in the distance. Maybe nature is tucking her children in, getting trees, grass, and plants ready for […]