There’s a mystery about the soft, summer night, just after the sun goes down, before full darkness tiptoes through. Leaves stir with a passing breeze and flowers lift their heads to feel one last ray of the sun’s warmth. The rabbit who lives under my storage building gives last minute instructions to her nest of […]
Feb 18, 2022
The Canebrake
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This is a reprint from a few years back. I remember when I read it to my Cozy Critters and they were wondering what sort of animal would begin with the letter Y. Canebrake ABC’s Red ants, black ants marching all together, through a canebrake by the river in the lovely summer weather. Many-colored butterflies drift or dream […]
Feb 15, 2022
Whistling in the Wind
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Did you ever try whistling in the wind? A whistle doesn’t go far in windy conditions and I’m sure my whistling won’t either, this morning, but this is my viewpoint on the plan for a proposed new part of Highway 82 in northeast Oklahoma: it stinks! Hwy. 82 is a dangerous road; most highways are. […]
Jan 21, 2022
This Day
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What are you doing this nippy January day? Actually, ten degrees is a bit more than nippy. Thankfully, we don’t have a howling wind or blowing snow or sleet. But, it is cold. This means I’ll need to replenish bird baths for thirsty birds and make sure they have enough sunflower seeds. There’s one form […]
Jan 15, 2022
Snow
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It’s amazing what snow will do for the drabness of winter. Snow covers the ground and rooftops and it’s still snowing. It’s a wonderland for children who run out, lifting their faces to the sky, catching the flakes on their tongues. Do the birds and squirrels enjoy the snow? I doubt it. Four squirrels are […]
Jan 13, 2022
Meadow Life
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Autumn moves through the meadow, rearranging it in muted colors. As the sun shines on tall grasses, they gleam with the silver of seed tufts. Thistles, whose purple crowns swayed in the breeze only a few weeks ago, now wear cotton thatches. Goldenrod, touched by frost, bows its bronzed blooms. The meadow mirrors passing seasons. […]
