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 […]
Aug 4, 2017
Delicious Supper, Lively Conversation,Tree Frogs
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Last night, Matt and Dawn invited me over for supper. Those of you who know my daughter-in-law know that she’s an excellent cook. I gladly accepted, hopped in my SUV, and trundled right over to the younger Manos’s abode. The sky was overcast and rain was in the forecast. “I hear thunder,” I said, as […]
Aug 3, 2017
An Enthusiastic, Heart-Warming Welcome
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The enthusiastic welcome you are giving By the Fright of the Silvery Moon is heart-warming. Thank you. It is exciting to know that Ned and her latest mystery is going to so many homes. If you enjoy the book, an honest Amazon review would be mighty welcome too. Yesterday, my talented publisher, Pen-L.com, sent […]
Jul 17, 2017
The Long, Hot Summer Night
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It was the kind of night when squirrels jump from branch to branch just to feel the breeze, when fireflies dutifully light up a few times then crawl under a cool rock. This mystery writer turned on her borrowed box fan (thanks, Dawn) and, knowing it was useless to try writing, attempted to forget the […]
Jul 16, 2017
A Nice, Warm, Old-Fashioned Kind of Day
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Yesterday was a warm, old-fashioned kind of day–well, actually, it was hot! And, guess what happened? My air conditioner stopped putting out cool air. This is the third time this summer that it has just given up. Is it old and tired? Is the heat too much for it? Have I not been properly grateful […]
Jul 14, 2017
A Day Gone By
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Yesterday was a typical Arkansas summer day–hot, with bumble bees in the flowers, birds at the bird bath. The house with its refrigerated air got to be a little much, so I went to the deck to soak up the sun, look at the blue sky above me, and breathe some fresh air. Nemo went […]
