Here I sit–waiting. And looking out of my window on the world. Everything is about the same color–gray. It isn’t, really, I guess–the leaves are brown, neighbor’s house is red brick and his car is black but, if you’ll forgive my saying so, everything looks blah and gray. Is the weatherman right or will he […]
Nov 20, 2018
The Meadow: Nature’s Canvas
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Autumn moves through the meadow, rearranging it in muted colors. As the sun shines on tall grasses, they gleam with the silver of seed tufts. Thistles, whose purple crowns swayed in the breeze only a few weeks ago, now wear cotton thatches. Goldenrod, touched by frost, bows its bronzed blooms. The meadow mirrors passing […]
Oct 31, 2018
What Do You Get When You Drop a Pumpkin?
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Question: What do you get when you drop a pumpkin? Answer: Squash No, that wasn’t an original with me, but I thought it was pretty clever. When the children were small, we’d take our pumpkins that had been sitting on the porch for a month and squash them against the back fence. This wasn’t […]
Oct 22, 2018
Morning Tiptoes In
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Early morning slips in on silent feet. It moves through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Within the branches of a blue spruce, something stirs. A bird, perhaps? Darkness is slow to leave; the day is loathe to begin. At last, gathering the shadows around it like a cloak, the dawn glides away, yielding to the rising of […]
Aug 5, 2018
An Owl in the Neighborhood
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Neighborhood Owl “There’s an owl in the neighborhood. I heard him late last night When the wind was wild and restless and the moon was round and white. I hurried to my window but nothing I could see Showed anyone in all the town had wakened–only me. Owls live in the forest where trees are […]
Jun 1, 2018
Not So Mysterious Manos Meadows
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Where did I come up with the name Manos Meadows? Well, it’s like this. That was the name of our home and a few acres near Tahlequah. So, I keep that title because it reminds me of home. It was not a fancy place. But in June, honeybees buzzed around the hive in the pasture, […]
