This is the conclusion of the children’s mystery story. Yesterday (Wednesday) my sister-in-law Linda and I went to Fran’s St. Pat’s luncheon. I made some pictures as did Jane. I’ll post them and the impressions of the luncheon tomorrow. But right now, on to Ginger Ed! Sally scrunched her eyes tight shut and counted sheep. […]
Feb 27, 2016
Saturday Morning Coffee with Blanche
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The coffee is hot; the morning is quiet, a perfect time for a cozy chat with friends. Although I’m in NW Arkansas and you are in various places around the country and around the world, we have a lot in common. In the first place, we like books and reading. In the second place, we may […]
Feb 26, 2016
The Smoke from the Chimney
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The only movement outside my window this morning is a fat, furry squirrel in the crepe myrtle bush. He jumps from limb to limb, stops and eats something, then hurries away. Something on that bush is tasty to the squirrel. This is the kind of still, cold morning when smoke from the chimney rises straight […]
Feb 25, 2016
A Cozy Critter’s Confession
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“I have a confession to make,” Peg said. Ears perked up; chatter ceased. “I have ‘t read a cozy since our last meeting,” Peg confided. As it turned out, she discovered a captivating genre, on an audio book on CD in our city library. What arrested Peg’s attention? Saturn Run by John Sanford. It is far from […]
Feb 24, 2016
Cozy Critter Time Again!
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Today, we cozy critters will gather to discuss all things literary and several things that are not. I can hardly wait to hear what they have been reading and writing. We will miss Cozy Critter Judy. But, when Texas calls, Judy must answer. As I started to go to bed last night, I glanced out […]
Feb 17, 2016
I Can’t Help It–I’m Cold!
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“It’s a really nice day,” they said. “It’s quite warm except for the wind,” they said. I didn’t believe it! Yesterday was cold! The wind was from the north, whipping across the plains and barreling through the trees, tossing whitecaps on the lakes. Even my newly-opened yellow crocus thought it was cold. I know how they […]
