Ants are on my cabinet, mosquitoes at the door; Summertime has come at last. Who could ask for more? I don’t know if they are coming in to escape the rain, or if the rain is causing them to multiply. Maybe each raindrop is a tiny capsule filled with baby mosquitoes and ants. Maybe they […]
Sep 7, 2018
Autumn Thoughts on a Warm September Day
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Yesterday, I decided that I should make my house a little more welcoming for fall, just in case it is really around the corner. If it should come calling and find summer still firmly ensconced, why, it just might not feel welcome and turn around and go back home. We can’t have that! The weatherman […]
Aug 31, 2018
There’s Something in the Breezes
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Something in the breezes, as they stir the weeds and grasses whispers of September as the summer softly passes. Can you believe this is actually the last day of August? School is in full swing, up in northern Minnesota, the leaves are starting to don their colorful autumn coats, and I’ve seen a Monarch […]
Jul 2, 2018
Summertime
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This post was from a few years back. I thought you might enjoy pictures of the flowers. The trumpet vine isn’t quite as lush as it was then and my hollyhocks have left me. We had a nice rain yesterday–in fact, it was raining as I left church but we didn’t mind. I heard comments […]
Jun 22, 2018
The Fly Who Came to Stay
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The Fly Who Came to Stay by Blanche Day Manos, who takes full responsibility for this goofy piece In my neck of the woods, everything gets ornery in the summertime. Critters, humans, even bugs are easy riled. There’s nothing like the heat of a white-orange sun blazing down from a copper-colored sky to make […]
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 […]
