A giant lived in the woods outside the lovely little town of Twiddleburg. He was a friendly, gentle giant, very helpful and quiet, usually. Of course, when he walked, the earth shook slightly and dishes jiggled in the cabinet and horses and cows in the barnyard bounced around a bit. This did no harm, but […]
Sep 25, 2024
An Odoriferous Guest
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I never did see her but I know she was there in my back yard yesterday–somewhere. I noticed her presence first by the air conditioner, then later my nose led me to the storage building. I was happy, though, that she was the shy type and didn’t make an appearance, although, doubtless, black, beady eyes […]
Sep 22, 2024
First Day of Fall
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Well! It’s here again–fall, that is. Summer 2024 is a thing of the past and now we’re into a brand-new season–new, but as old as time. The earth turns, keeps spinning, and here we go, right along with it. The giant marigolds in front of the porch shine golden this morning and a few zinnias […]
Sep 21, 2024
The Robin on the Birdbath
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This morning, Nemo and I took my cup of coffee to the deck (actually, I took the coffee, Nemo just took his magnificent self) and sat down to contemplate the complexities of the world. The most pressing question was Why was a certain robin sitting on the edge of the birdbath for such a long […]
Sep 18, 2024
How About Some Discernment?
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As much as I’d like to sometimes close out all political rhetoric, it’s just about impossible to do. The thing that bothers me most about what I read and what I hear is the habit of reporters to editorialize. By editorializing, I mean to express an opinion or make a comment. We need to be […]
Sep 17, 2024
Imaginary Step Back
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The Time Tunnel by Blanche Manos Go with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at […]
