This is the day the little May Bee flies forth and children (and some adults) will use him in their speech all day long. I’ve always pictured the May Bee as a small striped fellow, rather like a bumblebee who wears a happy grin and has transluscent wings the color of spring flowers. But then, […]
Apr 30, 2021
Oils and Thinking
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It had been a long time since I’d painted in oils. Oh, I’d gotten canvas boards, paints, brushes, all the paraphernalia, but then, I just left them tucked away. The thing of it was, I was intimidated. Pencil sketches, watercolors, Prismacolor–all those media were familiar to me, as oil once was, so why did I […]
Apr 29, 2021
Hummers in the Maple Tree
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I am convinced that a mama and papa hummingbird have set up housekeeping in my front yard maple tree. I wish them good fortune and blessings. I’ve never seen a cat in that maple, but I’ve seen lots of squirrels. Maybe the tiny birds have attached their nest to a limb that’s too fragile for […]
Apr 28, 2021
An Eye on the Sky
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Thunder shakes the house as lightning shivers across the sky. Car lights, like glowing eyes, glide down the street. Tree limbs, darker than the sky behind them, move restlessly in the wind while inside the small, brick house, the writer peers at her computer screen. Yes, that’s me this morning. We are under a tornado […]
Apr 27, 2021
The Wind and the Moon
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The way the wind blew yesterday is a good sign that it’s blowing in a change in the weather, and, it’s still at it this morning. The oak tassels, which, because of the astuteness of a friend, I’ve found out are called catkins, are still joyfully riding the wind to my deck. Then, tonight, a […]
Apr 26, 2021
The Battle of the Tassels
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My willow oak is “blooming” or whatever that stage in its life is called when little tassels appear before full-grown leaves. I guess it’s tasseling. Since my deck is nearby, the wind fondly blows all those lovely little wisps onto it. There is no keeping it swept clean. Nemo, my furry friend, looks like a […]
