“For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Old Player Is summer in your soul? Is it in mine? I mean the best parts of summer–barefoot days, bees busy in the clover, blue skies studded with white puffs of clouds. I’d like to keep […]
Jun 29, 2018
Seems Like I Heard That Before, Sometime, Somewhere
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Today’s blog is a list of quotes that we’ve probably heard–or, maybe not. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to list them and see how you do. These are the possibilities: I Corinthians 13:13, William Shakespeare, Scarlett O’Hara, John F. Kennedy, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Sir Winston Churchill, Robert Browning, Victor Hugo, Mark Twain, […]
Jun 28, 2018
A Strawberry in the Sky
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Did you see that beautiful, pink strawberry sailing through the night skies last night? June’s full moon is called the strawberry moon. It is particularly lovely when it shines down on still, tranquil Little Sand Lake. And, the fire pot? It invites folk to come sit a spell and enjoy the serenity of […]
Jun 27, 2018
Thunderstorms and Nervous Tension
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The clouds came rolling in again last night. Thunder rumbled; Nemo paced. I think in addition to hearing the loud sounds which he doesn’t understand, he must be highly sensitive to the charged air, or something that we humans don’t feel. Whatever it is, thunderstorms make him nervous. I was glad to see the rain […]
Jun 25, 2018
Christmas Is Coming!
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Do you know what will happen in exactly six months? Listen! Do you hear sleigh bells? Is the sun just a bit too much at times and you long for cooler, crisper weather? Don’t despair. You’re halfway there! Today, June 25, is the half way mark in the year on the journey toward that […]
Jun 22, 2018
The Fly Who Came to Stay
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The Fly Who Came to Stay by Blanche Day Manos, who takes full responsibility for this goofy piece In my neck of the woods, everything gets ornery in the summertime. Critters, humans, even bugs are easy riled. There’s nothing like the heat of a white-orange sun blazing down from a copper-colored sky to make […]
