The trouble with getting older is that, with the years, a person gains some wisdom (if we didn’t, those years would be wasted, wouldn’t they?) but nobody will ask us to share that wisdom! I’d like to gather a group of youngsters around me, people in their thirties and forties, who have yet to reach the admirable […]
Oct 10, 2016
Pensively Speaking
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This time of year sometimes brings on a bout of nostalgia, pensively speaking. One of my favorite poems, October’s Bright Blue Weather by Helen Hunt Jackson, describes the kind of weather we’ve been having lately. O sun and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together, Love loveth best of all the year […]
Oct 5, 2016
Thunder Prowling Through the Darkness
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Thunder, somewhere above me, is prowling through the darkness like a wild animal. Rain is great to sleep by, but here I am, wide awake and ready for morning. Family and friends in South Carolina and Florida are on the alert, preparing to evacuate if the hurricane warrants it. Wild and wicked weather is on […]
Oct 4, 2016
Thoughts for Tuesday Morning
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Tuesday Morning Thoughts This morning, as I listened to news about the hurricane pounding Haiti, I said a prayer for the people there. Many live in shacks that won’t withstand wind and torrential rain and floods. They are afraid to leave their homes, afraid their belongings will be stolen. Let’s remember them and ask the Lord to help […]
Oct 2, 2016
Flying into Fall
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October and Fall Yesterday, fall came to my fireplace mantel. Down came the pictures and lamps that had been there. Up went the painted gourds I’ve kept for years. With a few tiny lights added, it looks quite festive. All the gourds but two were my artistic efforts with acrylics. Sara painted the ghost when […]
Sep 29, 2016
Busy, Bustling Beehive Bursting with Book News
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Sometimes things happen at just the right time. They couldn’t be more fortuitous. Yesterday was one of those times.We Cozy Critters sitting around the hundred-year old table sounded like a bunch of bees. Except, I don’t think bees laugh a lot and probably don’t discuss books. I’ve never seen a bee eat gingersnaps or drink coffee […]
