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 […]
Nov 8, 2017
Waltzing into Wednesday
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Waltzing–does anybody waltz any more? Does anyone go out for a dinner eaten by candlelight, accompanied by soft music, and dancing? Or, is that a part of the past, seen only in old black and white movies? From what I’ve seen of today’s dancing, I’d say the waltz is antiquated, a thing of yesterday, or […]
Nov 7, 2017
That Dark and Gloomy Autumn Day
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Yesterday, I admit the blues came skulking around and hovered over my shoulder. The temperature hovered too–in the mid-50s. Rain drizzled, the sky was gray, leaves fell from the trees, and shorter days with less sunshine was just a bit dreary, leaving no doubt about the season of the year. How to combat an approaching […]
Oct 24, 2017
Those Autumn Leaves of Red and Gold
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Something special to look for tomorrow–my guest blog will be on Southern Writers Magazine, Suite T. I’ll be sure to let you know when it’s there. Exciting! Yesterday was a “just getting out and enjoying autumn” kind of day. The leaves on my maples aren’t too pretty yet, but the ones on the ground are […]
Oct 11, 2017
Furry Friends and Thoughts of Fall
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The furry friend I’m talking about is Nemo. An ongoing mystery: why does he sit beside me when I’m at the computer, looking up at me hopefully, breathing his hot, aromatic breath on me, and staring at the black back-up box on the floor. He doesn’t want me sitting here. He dislikes this computer and […]
Sep 23, 2017
Ending of Summer, Beginning of Fall
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This post from last year seems to be exactly what I’m feeling this morning. Summer’s Afterglow The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day […]
