The days are definitely much shorter than they were in August. It is still dark out, although it’s after six a.m. My first cup of coffee sits on the desk, and I take an occasional sip as I write. It’s a good way to start the day. Yesterday, I noticed a mysterious puddle under my […]
Sep 10, 2018
Wandering, Fall-like Thoughts on a Chilly Morning
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It is chilly this morning! Temperature is only in the sixties. Some of the leaves are actually starting to change color. I read somewhere that it isn’t frost but amount of sunshine or the length of the day that causes them to change. Anyway, fall always reminds me of some of my favorite poems, this […]
Sep 7, 2018
Autumn Thoughts on a Warm September Day
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Yesterday, I decided that I should make my house a little more welcoming for fall, just in case it is really around the corner. If it should come calling and find summer still firmly ensconced, why, it just might not feel welcome and turn around and go back home. We can’t have that! The weatherman […]
Aug 31, 2018
There’s Something in the Breezes
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Something in the breezes, as they stir the weeds and grasses whispers of September as the summer softly passes. Can you believe this is actually the last day of August? School is in full swing, up in northern Minnesota, the leaves are starting to don their colorful autumn coats, and I’ve seen a Monarch […]
Nov 19, 2017
That Icy Finger Down My Back
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The feeling of an icy finger running down my back wasn’t due to a thrilling mystery book. It was due to my opening the back door this morning. Cold! Frost decorates the roofs of my neighbors’ houses. The thermometer plummeted to thirty-one degrees. Yesterday’s wind blew the leaves into funny swirls and patterns. The […]
Nov 18, 2017
Autumn Sailed Past in the Wind
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Yesterday, the wind was fierce all day. No, the temperature wasn’t cold. No, we didn’t have rain. Yes, we had clouds and wind. Lots of wind. I swept leaves from my deck but it did little good. Either they returned again because they are so fond of my deck, or some more turned loose from […]
