Chewing her cud, Edith would answer, “No, that can’t be! I’m one of the finest milk cows you’ll ever hope to see. But, it doesn’t matter, Winnie, whether we are bovine or swine. If we ‘hang together as friends’, we’ll always be fine.” Those lines are a part of the poem, Edith and Winnie, […]
Jun 28, 2018
A Strawberry in the Sky
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Did you see that beautiful, pink strawberry sailing through the night skies last night? June’s full moon is called the strawberry moon. It is particularly lovely when it shines down on still, tranquil Little Sand Lake. And, the fire pot? It invites folk to come sit a spell and enjoy the serenity of […]
Jun 27, 2018
Thunderstorms and Nervous Tension
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The clouds came rolling in again last night. Thunder rumbled; Nemo paced. I think in addition to hearing the loud sounds which he doesn’t understand, he must be highly sensitive to the charged air, or something that we humans don’t feel. Whatever it is, thunderstorms make him nervous. I was glad to see the rain […]
May 4, 2018
Planting Those Shadowy Clues
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Sometimes we encounter a mystery that seemingly has no solution, but wait! If you sharpen those bloodhound skills, could you find some clues that would lead you to the inevitable outcome? In cozy mysteries, a great deal of the fun and intrigue is in the foreshadowing or planting of subtle, shadowy clues and hints that […]
Apr 19, 2018
And Then There Were Three
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Three was definitely not a crowd yesterday but we were in good company. Jane, Peg, and I sat around the hundred -year old table, munching chocolate chip cookies and swigging Folgers coffee. And, we talked. Critiqued? Yes. Visited? Yes, a lot! Peg shared with us two captivating cozy mysteries she recently read– Wedding Cake Crumbles […]
Mar 8, 2018
At the Table We Sat, We Three, Brimming with Acuity
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Opening Day of Duck Season, a poem by John Philpot, started our critique off with a bang. Jane has known Mr. Philpot for a number of years as he came from her home town of Mena, Arkansas. His rhymed verse that Jane read kept Peg and me in stitches. He is a television personality and […]
