What is it about a gentle rain that is calming, soothing, and better than a lullaby for putting a person to sleep? Rain dripping from leaves and eaves, thunder rumbling softly in the distance; this is September, tucking the world in. Nighttime rain is comforting; daytime rain is exciting. Why? Children know. The ditch alongside […]
Sep 12, 2023
Quilts
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Saturday, I went to a quilt fair on the grounds of Shiloh Museum. It was a beautiful day and the quilts were blooming on the grassy lawn like so many summer flowers. I’ve found that crafters love talking about their work and these were no exception. They told me about the history of the quilts, […]
Sep 11, 2023
Puzzled as Puppies
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I was sitting on my deck this morning, watching yellow redbud leaves drift slowly down and I had a distinct urge to put those leaves back on the tree, saying, No, it’s not that time yet! I was reminded of the Little Golden Book, The Four Puppies. If you haven’t read that book, you’re missing […]
Sep 9, 2023
A Clue in the Wallpaper
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“You know,” I said, “I was looking again at Marvie Saunder’s book.” “No, Ned,” Pat interrupted. “Remember, you’ve given that up. You’re going to let Cade and Gerald handle whatever is going on about that house. You are fixating on that book of poetry so, stop it!” Stung, I said, “What a thing […]
Sep 7, 2023
What Can a Storm Blow Up?
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My first chapter of my work-in-progress: Chapter One Miss Tootsie’s nose twitched. Something was in the air besides the smell of spring flowers and the musky scent of last night’s rain. The sun struggled against incoming dark clouds, and the morning felt too warm; muggy, she called it. Not a breeze stirred. Other than those […]
Sep 5, 2023
An Empty House
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The rain stopped and I turned off my windshield wipers. About halfway to Myra’s home, I realized no one in the whole world knew where I was and that was not a good thing. I speed-dialed Cade but got no answer, only his voice mail. Leaving a message, I told him where I’d be. Hopefully, […]
