The Wheels of the Truck

The Wheels of the Truck

A beautiful morning. I’ve been out in the back yard with Nemo and my cup of coffee. The wildflower seeds I planted are still looking OK. I hope they grow and spread. A funny¬† thing–some seeds I planted years ago are poking up. That’s okay with me. I like happy surprises. People are out walking, […]

A Brand New Day

A Brand New Day

It was a good way to start a brand new day. I opened the blinds onto the deck this morning, and there was a bright red cardinal. He cocked his head, hopped over to a chair, then onto a deck railing, all the while gazing at me. Did he want to tell me something? He […]

Morning Has Broken

Morning Has Broken

The dawn slips in on silent feet. She glides through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Something moves within the depths of a blue spruce. A bird, perhaps? Darkness is loathe to leave; clinging to corners and hollows. Finally, gathering shadows around herself like a cloak, night drifts away, yielding to the dawn […]

Sitting on the Deck in the Dark

Sitting on the Deck in the Dark

Such a pleasant morning. A soft, gentle rain, a few rumbles of thunder. Nemo and I sat on the deck, protected by the redbud tree, our leafy umbrella. The crepe myrtle shows up well in the darkness of early morning. A good start to the day. Yesterday, I took a copy of Moonstruck and Murderous […]

Manos Meanderings on a Monday Morning

Manos Meanderings on a Monday Morning

  Good Monday morning, all you early bird coffee and tea drinkers. Did you read a cozy mystery over the weekend? Want to hear a confession? I’ve discovered a young adult writer and am devouring her books, one after the other. It was a long, long time ago that I was a young adult, so […]

An Early June  Morning

An Early June Morning

What is there about an early spring morning before the sun comes up, when the grass is soggy with yesterday’s rain? Everything is hushed and listening for the robin’s song and the dove’s call to announce a new beginning. Leaves are still except when the whisper of a breeze stirs them. The wonder of it […]

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