Who Goes There?

Who Goes There?

Who comes through my yard at night When all is dark and still, When the only sound, for miles around Is the call of the whippoorwill? I’ve often wondered what animals amble through the yard under cover of darkness, maybe stopping for a drink at the bird bath? Nemo had an encounter with one the […]

Time and An Old Man

Time and An Old Man

  Come with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at the remains of a small, wood […]

Mushroom Mysteries

I don’t believe in fairies. Of course, I don’t. They show up only in children’s stories of years ago, those magical little folk who can zip through the air, who appear and disappear at will. And yet, the other day, I noticed the loveliest mushrooms that had appeared out of nowhere. I wondered just what, […]

The Bull and His Horns

The Bull and His Horns

Remembering happy times past is wonderful, isn’t it? So is reading. Sometimes when events swirling around me get to be too much, I like to take a trip back a hundred years or so¬† to Etta Bend, the way it was as a prosperous farming community when my mother was a little girl. I like […]

Gathered Around the Hearthfire — II

Gathered Around the Hearthfire — II

  My guest blogger this morning is my niece Missy Albrecht. The stories are some my brother Tracy Day told her. They are family stories, handed down from generation to generation. Storytelling is the oldest form of entertainment and also of oral history, often told as families gathered around the hearthfire after a day’s work. […]

The Sum of Our Parts

The Sum of Our Parts

  You might think you know yourself pretty well, but do you? Have you ever said or done something that was completely out of character or a surprise to you as much as to anyone else? Do you ever ask yourself, “Now, where did that come from?” Being responsible and shouldering deserved blame is praiseworthy–we […]

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