What better way to spend a warm afternoon than at a place where knowledge knows no limits and it’s all at the fingertips, for free? That would be, of course, the library! A day to celebrate independent authors was a good idea. It was fun to hear from others about their books. Funny–many of the […]
Oct 23, 2017
The Mystery Lies Somewhere Within
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Ah! So, it’s you, Mysterious Mystery Reader, checking in this morning. Good morning and may your day be as bright with blessings as colored leaves on the maple tree. I want to know something–an answer to a mystery. When you open the pages of a cozy mystery, any cozy mystery, what do you hope or […]
Oct 22, 2017
When Blessings Fall Like Raindrops
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Rain is dropping from dark morning skies and tucking away the fall flowers under a blanket of leaves. Blessings fall like raindrops. So many things for which to be thankful. Now, cooler weather will follow, the weatherman says. It’s interesting that each season is slow to let go, as if delaying saying good-bye for another […]
Oct 21, 2017
Plain Poetry from a Plain Country Woman
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by Blanche Day Manos Don’t tell me they are gone, for I can see them still The house, the spring, the burr oak tree, the barn beneath the hill. I smell the sausage sizzling, I hear the rooster crow, The sounds and scents of each new day that woke me long ago. I feel […]
Oct 11, 2017
Furry Friends and Thoughts of Fall
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The furry friend I’m talking about is Nemo. An ongoing mystery: why does he sit beside me when I’m at the computer, looking up at me hopefully, breathing his hot, aromatic breath on me, and staring at the black back-up box on the floor. He doesn’t want me sitting here. He dislikes this computer and […]
Sep 23, 2017
Ending of Summer, Beginning of Fall
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This post from last year seems to be exactly what I’m feeling this morning. Summer’s Afterglow The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day […]
