Speaking the Language of Yesterday

Don’t you love it when you find someone who speaks the same language as you? I don’t mean language peculiar to any ethnic group, but people who have similar interests and enjoy talking about them. For example, history. I love history! Particularly, I love American history because America is my beloved country and I can relate. I like finding out what has gone before. I can see in my mind’s eye the people who brought me to the place I am today. I hear their gentle way of speaking, the phrases that hardly anyone uses any more and I stand in awe of their courtesies and manners and the things that were really important to them. And sometimes I wonder where it all went.

It is dark this morning and cold. Temperature is only in the forties. Is this Whippoorwill Winter? Blackberry Winter? Has anybody heard any whippoorwills or seen any blackberries blooming? At least it isn’t snowing as it did four years ago in May. The wind is blowing hard.

Today is the monthly luncheon at Robbie’s house. Peg will ride over with me. I plan to take a broccoli and cauliflower salad with sour cream dressing.

Speaking of food, eating with Matt and Dawn and Sara and Nathan is always fun. Last night, Dawn fixed salmon and veggies. Delicious.

An Arkansas sky after the storm

Each generation has its own norms and things that are important. Their words they use are peculiar to their outlook and responsibilities and the things that constitute daily life. But, whatever decade or century we live in, one language covers all the changes and differences and peculiarities and vagaries. It’s the language of love and caring for each other. It isn’t only words, it is actions and courtesies and small acts of kindness. This is a language that binds us together, a language that all can understand.

I am so pleased to announce my new logo. Isn’t that owl cute? Thank you, Kimberly Pennell for designing it. And “Mysteries with an extra shiver”? That pretty much explains Darcy and Flora and Ned’s adventures.