Yesterday’s rain ended and I decided to take that little trip after all. I drove to Oklahoma and picked grapes. They were beautiful, hanging from their vines. Rain glistened on them, birds sang in the tall oaks, and, there were no mosquitoes.Those purple treasures were partially hidden by leaves and, sad to say, a few bushes and […]
Aug 7, 2014
Watch Out for the Sturgeon Moon
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Some rumble or grumble got through my dreams. Opening my bleary eyes, I looked around. What was that noise? Finally, it penetrated my foggy brain. Thunder! And lightning. And rain. What a nice way to wake up on an August morning. According to the Farmer’s Almanac, there’ll be a full sturgeon moon August 10. What does […]
Aug 6, 2014
Mid-Summer Meanderings
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Summer – is it at its zenith or is it on its way out? It seems that plants and animals, the very air, have a different feel about them, a sort of sleepiness, sort of lolling in the warmth but with an eye to shorter days and the next season. It’s fun to notice the behavior […]
Aug 4, 2014
Fiery Chariots
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I was able to collect my thoughts yesterday, decide the day was mine, not Nettie Elizabeth Duncan McNeil’s, and go to church. I was glad I did. The Sunday school lesson was about faith. In many parts of the world, Christians are being slaughtered for no other reason than faith – their faith in Jesus. […]
Aug 1, 2014
August Already
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Do you ever get the feeling that someone is watching you? Yesterday, that was not only a feeling, it was a fact. Mr. Gray, atop the mailbox posts, had his feline eyes directed right at my window. I like to think he was guarding the house against lions and tigers, and all other impossible threats. […]
Jul 30, 2014
Wednesday Wanderings
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Sometimes, I get a subtle reminder that I’m not a teenager any more, and that this isn’t the 1950s or 1960s. These reminders come about in a variety of ways. Yesterday, in an email, I mentioned someone being mercurial, rather like quicksilver. Instantly, a Doris Day song started running through my memory, “You slipped through […]
