Aroma of Pumpkin Pie

Aroma of Pumpkin Pie

Cornbread and biscuits are baked and crumbed, mixed with onion, celery, and sage, the makings for dressing. Cranberries are cooked and sitting in a bowl, red and sugary; yeast bread is inside the ‘frig, waiting to be popped into the oven this morning. Yesterday,  Nathan was in the kitchen, stirring and measuring ingredients for a […]

A Lovely, Ordinary Day

My granddaughter gave me a suncatcher. It is an ordinary pink glass dragonfly with an extraordinarily long tail. At the end of that tail is a small prism. I hung the suncatcher in my window and forgot it was there. Until one day as I was going about my chores, I noticed a rainbow on […]

That Dark and Stormy Afternoon

It was a dark and stormy afternoon. Rain beat against the deck. Lightning flashed and thunder rattled the windows. Within the dining room, four women sat around an antique dining table, sipping coffee and munching chocolate. They spoke in hushed voices, almost as if they were afraid they would be overheard although they were the […]

As Time Goes By

Some things grow more valuable with age. Take cars, for instance. Those old models, fifty or more years old, aren’t they lovely? Well-cared for, they still purr down the highway, classic lines gleaming in the sunshine. And gems! Gold never loses its value, diamonds and emeralds still glitter in the sunlight. Their worth isn’t dimmed […]

On a Stormy Afternoon…

On a Stormy Afternoon…

Agnes my asparagus fern is safely indoors for the winter and it’s a good thing. Temperatures are dropping and although the sky is a beautiful, clear blue and the sun looks warm against my neighbors’ houses, it is a chilly morning. Fall is here and frost isn’t far behind. Yesterday was not so–it was a […]

Confessions and Coffee

It’s confession time this morning, as I finish my first cup of coffee. They used to be on shelves in groceries stores: True Story, True Romance, etc., etc. But, no more. Confessions magazines have gone the way of dinosaurs and World Book. My mother would never let me read one of those magazines, although they […]