At times, I fear for good, old-fashioned books, especially children’s books. That is, I fear until I go into a library or a book store. They are always busy with book-loving people of all ages. Then, I’m comforted; I know the written word is alive and well. I began reading to my son long before […]
Aug 12, 2019
The Gold at Day’s End
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There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]
Aug 11, 2019
That Powerful moon
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The powerful moon causes the tides, but does it also influence people? We are, after all, from 50% to 75% water. If it does, that could explain how behavior changes under a full moon. As a kindergarten teacher, I dreaded those days when the moon was full, the lunchroom had doughnuts for breakfast, and […]
Aug 10, 2019
Hidden Away, There It Should Stay
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An Odd Discovery It was cold that January morning and Darcy was not in the best frame of mind to leave the warm kitchen and her steaming cup of coffee to go out to the country where Cub was digging the foundation for their new house. He had sounded dramatic, like he had uncovered the […]
Aug 9, 2019
A Crash Above Our Heads
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Nemo and I were watching television last night (well, I was watching a nature video and reading; Nemo was sort of doing neither) when, with no warning, directly over the house, came a loud CRASH. I looked at my suddenly alert dog. “Was that thunder?” “Dumb question,” he said. “What else?” And, that was the […]
Aug 8, 2019
Canebreak ABC’s
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Canebreak ABC’s Red ants, black ants marching all together, through a canebreak by the river in the lovely summer weather. Many-colored butterflies drift or dream or flit among tall stalks for the very fun of it. A caterpillar wriggles and a cricket creaks a song, surrounded by the river cane, thick and green and long. Dragonflies a-dazzle with […]
