Fierce winds tugged at Little Cedar. His scrawny boughs bent and swayed but he dug his roots deeper and hung onto the rock buried beneath the mountain soil. “The wind is so cold,” said Little Cedar. He shivered from his topmost limb to the bottom of his twisted trunk. “It must be nearly Christmas […]
Dec 5, 2019
So, Can You Solve This Mystery?
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Life is full of unresolved mysteries. Some things cannot be explained; at least, they haven’t been explained yet. One such mystery is the Bermuda triangle. This Day in History ran that story today. It occurred December 5, 1945. What do you think happened? If you have a theory, I’d like to hear it. Me? I […]
Dec 4, 2019
Wintertime Woods
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I drove by a small grove of trees the other day and memories filled my mind of other days and other wintertime woods–times when the trees rose, gray and bare to a cloudy sky, just like this day. Brown, crisp leaves of autumn lay in heaps at their feet. The wind that stirred the leaves […]
Oct 11, 2019
Under a Misty Moon
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Why had I listened to Daisy Stanton? “You don’t have to take this assignment, Ned,” she had said when we met for coffee at Grandy’s last week. “I do need the pictures and you are such a great photographer. But, I may be able to find time to run out there in a few days.” […]
Oct 7, 2019
The Old Umbrella Oak
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A large oak stands in front of the house that belonged to my parents. It is so tall and its limbs spread so wide that anyone standing under it during a rain is sheltered, as if by a giant umbrella. The tree is old and has seen many changes. A busy street a few […]
Sep 29, 2019
Wet Your Whistle
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“Sit down and wet your whistle.” What? What does that mean? A dry mouth and lips don’t whistle very well, so, this was a welcoming invitation, to come in, sit down, and have something to drink. I grew up hearing whistling. Dad didn’t whistle as much as Mom did. Dad sang a lot, but when […]
