The maple in the front yard is looking wet, brown, and droopy. Leaves are scattered across the lawn. A light rain falls. It looks like Thanksgiving, but it doesn’t feel like Thanksgiving. It’s too warm. And, how is Thanksgiving supposed to be feel? Colder, maybe a few snowdrifts heaped here and there. That’s my mental […]

A Memory Stone
·It rests in my herb garden, a memory stone, reminding me of where it came from and the reason it is here. It’s a reminder of a time past–a slower, quieter time when life was different from the way life is now. It brings memories of the strong, good people who owned the farm where […]

Remembering Dad
·Today is my dad’s birthday. I’ve written about him a lot, both here and in my books. Only, he wasn’t called by his name, Bob Day, rather, he showed up here and there as admirable traits in male characters, especially the heroes, because that’s what he was– my hero. I can’t resist mixing a little […]

A Trip Back
·I’m actually writing this Tuesday evening. I’ll publish it Wednesday morning, August 5. It’s really quiet here now and it’s very nearly lonely. It’s at such times that I take a trip back in memory, to a time a hundred or more years ago. In my mind, I go to the small community of Etta […]