Let me tell you, this morning is going to be a little of this and a little of that. Writers are told that our stories should “hang together”. We should stick to the subject and write about what we know. I’m writing about what I know this morning but I can’t stick with the subject […]
Nov 12, 2013
Warming My Heart
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When the pre-dawn darkness gives way to light this morning, I’ll dread looking at my maple. It has been the most beautiful this year that I remember it ever being. But, alas! After today, its gorgeous leaves will be mostly on the ground. I couldn’t believe the forecast yesterday–the temperature was in the 60s–that tonight […]
Sep 25, 2013
When You’ve Reached the Top
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Where do you go when you’ve reached the top? The picture illustrating this posting shows what my vine in the container garden did when it reached the top. It climbed up the porch support and bumped its leafy head on the porch ceiling. Trying to be helpful, I tied a nice, soft string from one […]
Jun 19, 2013
A Page to Be Written
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The sun shining against my neighbor’s tree across the street mottles the trunk in gold light and leaf shadows. Around that trunk two small furry figures chase each other; round and round, nosing up the tree, nosing down, tails flicking. I wonder what the day’s plans are for these two squirrels? And at the end […]
May 11, 2013
Praying Upside Down
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The Prayer of Cyrus Brown “Last year I fell in Hodgkins’ well headfirst,” said Cyrus Brown, “With both my heels a-stickin’ up, my head a-pintin’ down, “An’ I made a prayer right then and there, Best prayer I ever said, “The prayingest prayer I ever prayed was standin’ on my head.” […]
Apr 14, 2013
The Things We Can’t Hold in Our Hands
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Yesterday I sat with a group of people who, like me, love freedom and are concerned it may be slipping away. We were from a lot of different backgrounds and a wide age range but we had one thing in common: love of country and our Constitution. And I thought about freedom. What is it? […]
