Before I continue with my saga of the deep, dark, dusty recesses of the corners of my garage, let me tell you that I just saw an armadillo. He was hurrying, if armadillos can hurry, across my neighbor’s driveway to disappear around the corner. Aha! A night forager, a nocturnal snoop. And now, believe it […]
Aug 6, 2017
We Need People, Don’t We?
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It’s safe to say that most people in town are still sleeping this morning because it’s hard to beat rain as a lullaby. And, it’s raining. And dark and cool. Rain–that’s my excuse for posting late. But the Folgers is hot and strong and I have a few things to say. My grandson and I […]
Jul 1, 2017
Country Is In Her Blood But Patience Isn’t
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The loudest noise on this dark, quiet morning is my water fountain in the flower garden by the front porch. Its splash has always reminded me of a creek. And, looking out my back door beyond the deck, I can see only trees and believe, for a few a moments, that I’m in the country […]
Jun 29, 2017
Fun, Food, Flowers, and Farm Life
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Fun, food, flowers, and tales of farm life accented the cozy critique yesterday. If anybody had a slight case of the blues, those blues were banished by the laughter and creativity that settled into my dining room with the advent of the Cozy Critters. It’s nice to belong to a critique group that believes in […]
Oct 20, 2016
Stormy Night and Autumn Hills
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The hills are putting on their autumn display of color. Muted russet, flaming scarlet, joyful yellow vie for beauty on the sloping hillsides between northwest Arkansas and northeast Oklahoma. It’s a beautiful drive, with the river on one side of the highway, the hills on the other. Earthy scents of damp leaves and soil slipped into the car. […]
Sep 4, 2016
After Yesterday’s Shaking, There’s Today
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It’s wonderful to see the sun come up, to feel the ground solid beneath my feet, to know the continuity of familiar things, to have the gift of today. Yesterday’s earthquake is now a memory and I hope it won’t be repeated. Funny thing–when the firm, dependable earth suddenly quivers, it gives a whole new meaning to […]
