Neighborhood Owl “There’s an owl in the neighborhood. I heard him late last night When the wind was wild and restless and the moon was round and white. I hurried to my window but nothing I could see Showed anyone in all the town had wakened–only me. Owls live in the forest where trees are dark […]
Feb 17, 2021
The Hushed World
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It’s as if God has hushed the world with a blanket of white. Snow muffles sound and the only thing moving I can see are the birds, frantically pecking up sunflower seeds. All their other food is completely covered by inches of snow. The small evergreen by the front porch wears icicles in its branches […]
Oct 16, 2020
What Happened?
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This morning, it’s thirty degrees! Can you believe it? Wasn’t it just yesterday that we were having summer? What happened? It’s a mystery. Seasons change so quickly–or, maybe I just don’t realize they are creeping up on me. Like the years. Then, I look around and, wow! How’d this happen? I actually lit my fireplace. […]
Sep 6, 2020
Apple Picking Time
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In September, I begin to think about apples. At Manos Meadows, we had two apple trees. One was a dwarf Jonathan apple tree in the yard. Apples from this tree made delicious pies. Sometimes, I’d pick them before they got completely ripe, wash and core them, slice them, and put them and an adequate amount […]
Jan 23, 2020
Wintertime Woods
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There’s a mystery about wintertime woods that isn’t there at any other time. Or, maybe it is there, but it’s hidden by leaves and warmth and the lushness of life. Trees in winter lift bare, unadorned branches, their intricate shapes stark against a gray sky. The air is crisp and clean, the leaves underfoot are […]
Dec 4, 2019
Wintertime Woods
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I drove by a small grove of trees the other day and memories filled my mind of other days and other wintertime woods–times when the trees rose, gray and bare to a cloudy sky, just like this day. Brown, crisp leaves of autumn lay in heaps at their feet. The wind that stirred the leaves […]
