The clock has hours, minutes, and seconds but I have yet to see any clock that registers, “Someday.” We all have goals that we dream of reaching. We want to travel and see the world. It’d be nice to be in better shape and start an exercise program. Having a daily Bible reading program would […]
Mar 9, 2015
Treasure Hunt!”
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It happens often on Antiques Roadshow. Someone buys a painting at a thrift shop, notices the paint is flaking, finds hidden behind that painting a wonderful masterpiece worth thousands. Or tens of thousands! Or somebody brings a vase and says, “Oh, I only paid fifty cents for it. It captured my imagination. See the pretty swirls […]
Mar 8, 2015
Fly-Over Country
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Is there something that really gets your goat, raises your hackles, and is as prickly as a burr under a saddle blanket? Probably. Probably more than one something, as there is for me but a particularly irritating one is to hear television personalities refer to the United States, all of us between California and New […]
Mar 5, 2015
Something New
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My talented web master has added a new function to my blog today–one that I think you will enjoy. Near the top of the blog, in the pink ribbon, is a brand new category: Samples. This slot will be for introducing each of my cozies to you. For its launch, what more appropriate than the first two […]
Mar 3, 2015
Fog, a Phantom Forerunner
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Fog tangles in the treetops and wraps houses in a misty gray blanket. Weather change! Remember yesterday’s blog about the different sound of the wind? A cold front is coming, pushing warm air out of the way to make room for another wintry blast arriving early tomorrow morning. Did you see the 1980 horror film, The […]
Mar 2, 2015
The Roar of the Wind
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The wind has a different sound to it this morning–a low roar high above the trees. A lot of snow melted yesterday but a lot still clings to my yard. Once long ago, a wise woman told me that noise as the wind rushed through the heavens meant that ice is on the way. There’s […]
