This is the conclusion to Buz, the Hilly Country Fox. I hope you enjoy it and maybe read it to a youngster in your life. Slipping from bush to rock, Buz followed the shepherds. Every once in a while, the shepherds would pause and point to the sky. At last, they stopped in front of […]
Nov 25, 2017
‘Twas the Month Before Christmas…
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You do know what happens in exactly one month from today?Yes, that biggest, brightest, most anticipated day of the year arrives and, as of yesterday, my house is beginning to look like it. The day started nicely with my neighbors across the street popping in for a visit. Sara and Nathan were out of school […]
Nov 16, 2017
The Coffee Pot is On; The Welcome is Warm
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Come on inside this morning, out of the cold. The coffee pot is on; the welcome is warm. Let’s travel back in time to last year, December, in fact. Christmas is coming and I’ve written a Christmas cozy mystery. And, I was thinking, and thinking, and… I woke up this morning thinking, Lord, in something […]
Nov 10, 2017
There’s Nothing Mysterious About It!
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Here is a puzzle that’s easy to solve; in fact, there’s nothing mysterious about it. What event will come around in 45 more days? It arrives every year, same time. Christmas is just around the corner and I haven’t started my shopping! Have you? How about a book as a gift? Would you like to […]
Jul 18, 2017
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening
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Ah! To be cool! And comfortable! What a glorious feeling. Last evening, the house was cool once more. The air conditioner is fixed. Only a wire had jarred loose from the unit and that was easily replaced. I’m rejoicing this morning. It’s like the old saying, You don’t miss the water till the well runs […]
Dec 29, 2016
The Deed Is Done for One More Year
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The deed is done! Yesterday, I took down the tree and packed it and the ornaments away. All the Santa gourds are off the mantel to be replaced with just…gourds, no particular season. Nemo can return to his usual sunny self because the tree no longer covers one of his napping spots. Wreaths are down, […]
