Grave Heritage Chapter 1 I awoke sitting straight up in bed, my heart doing double time. Was it rain pounding against my bedroom windows or the wind roaring around the house that had awakened me? Jethro, his feline apprehension alerted by my sudden movement, jumped from my bed and darted from the room. Straining to […]
Aug 23, 2019
Moon Shadows on the Path
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Chapter 28 The rain stopped and I turned off my windshield wipers. About halfway to Myra’s home, I realized no one in the whole world knew where I was and that was not a good thing. I speed-dialed Cade but got no answer, only his voice mail. Leaving a message, I told him where […]
Aug 8, 2019
Canebreak ABC’s
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Canebreak ABC’s Red ants, black ants marching all together, through a canebreak by the river in the lovely summer weather. Many-colored butterflies drift or dream or flit among tall stalks for the very fun of it. A caterpillar wriggles and a cricket creaks a song, surrounded by the river cane, thick and green and long. Dragonflies a-dazzle with […]
Jun 13, 2019
The Secrets in the Summer Twilight
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What is there about a soft, summer night, just after the sun goes down and before full darkness tiptoes through the town? Leaves stir with a passing breeze and flowers lift glistening blossoms to feel one last ray of the sun’s warmth. The rabbit who lives under the storage building gives last minute instructions […]
May 8, 2019
Hope for Today
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As the sun slid westward last night, people began returning home from work. The cardinal family came to the bird feeders for a bit of supper, and those busy squirrels disappeared into their leafy houses. Another day had ended, and, though the world seemed dark, tomorrow would come. Maybe today the homeless man who was […]
Apr 15, 2019
Whippoorwill Winter?
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Is this whippoorwill winter? The calendar says it’s spring. The grass, newly-leafed trees, robins, all say it’s spring but, somehow, the weather isn’t cooperating. A cold snap usually happens about the time whippoorwills return from their wintering grounds, so maybe it’s whippoorwill winter. I miss hearing the whippoorwills and owls. I heard them often […]
