A cornfield at the end of summer with the wind moving through–a hundred whispers of dry, rustling stalks speaking to each other. They’ve felt the warmth of sun, held the golden, full ears of yellow corn, as they stood with tasseled heads erect, their roots deep in damp earth. They’ve known the farmer and his […]
Jun 17, 2020
Signs of Danger
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Today’s post is my opinion on what I see happening. My opinion is the only one I have. If you think it may offend you, please read no further. I am more than a little concerned about all the dissent around us. I’m sure you are too. I don’t watch national news and very little […]
Aug 26, 2019
What Is That Sound?
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(Minnesota lake photo by Missy Day Albrecht) On the north side of my house is a happy tangle of ferns, hostas, violets and lily-of-the-valley. I call this my woods garden. For one thing, it grows without much help from me. For another, this pretty group of flowers remind me of taking a walk through […]
May 21, 2019
The Magic Wand of Time
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The morning is dark and cool. We’re under a tornado watch and a flood warning. Last night’s weather was wicked in many places and I haven’t yet heard of all the damage done in Oklahoma and other states. Sunday, as we drove to the cemetery for Decoration Day, we were amazed to see evidence of […]
Jul 1, 2017
Country Is In Her Blood But Patience Isn’t
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The loudest noise on this dark, quiet morning is my water fountain in the flower garden by the front porch. Its splash has always reminded me of a creek. And, looking out my back door beyond the deck, I can see only trees and believe, for a few a moments, that I’m in the country […]
Apr 15, 2013
Good morning
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This morning I woke up before the sun (naturally). Robins are the first ones I hear each morning, singing their little “cheer up” song. In fact, it seems that the town is full of robins chirping in the dark. Maybe it’s just that the world is a quieter place early of a morning and I […]
