Where In the World Is Up?

Where In the World Is Up?

When you live on a curvy street, as I do, and you are looking out your front window as I am, you might think you are looking due south, a logical conclusion if your street runs east and west. Only thing is, my street curves. I have the misfortune of living on that curve and […]

Owls, Blackbirds, and Folgers

Owls, Blackbirds, and Folgers

An owl woke me this morning! Of course, it was way before daylight and for a moment, I didn’t recognize it. The soft “who” came again. It was an owl–the first one I’ve heard in years. He stayed around a while, calling. Maybe he wanted to be good and sure I was out of bed. So, […]

Neighborhood Walk

Neighborhood Walk

Yesterday, I took my camera with me as I went for a walk through the neighborhood. Winter time trees are beautiful because their symmetry is starkly visible without the covering of leaves. A certain tree with white bark stood out against the blueness of sky, a silent, regal guardian of its domain. In summer, fully leafed, its uniqueness […]

Raindrops Are Fallin’ on His Head

Raindrops Are Fallin’ on His Head

I don’t know what Punxsutawney Phil is going to find when he sticks his head out of his burrow in Pennsylvania but Grundoon the Arkansas Groundhog will get rain on his furry little head. At least, right now at the present time, he will. Of course, it’s too early for the sun anyway so seeing […]

Gravely Speaking

Gravely Speaking

Grave Heritage is finished except for final readings, edits, and re-writes. This is one of my favorite excerpts. I thought you might enjoy it too. As I drove across our bridge, around the house, and into the garage to park beside Mom’s Toyota, a sense of homecoming met me. I loved the trees that seemingly […]

In Case of Wrinkles, Iron Here

In Case of Wrinkles, Iron Here

Re-thinking some thoughts from 2013: Am I the only person  on earth who likes to iron? I particularly like to iron in the winter.  There’s something about the welcome warmth of the iron, the smell of fresh clothes and the monotony of just moving my arm back and forth that is soothing. Ironing is a good […]