The nature show was about a mama bear waking up after a winter of hibernation. She had two cubs, so small they had a hard job following her when she left the cave. The snow was deep and the grown bear took off, leaving her babies to struggle along behind. They floundered and sank […]
Jun 30, 2018
Is Summer in Your Soul?
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“For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Old Player Is summer in your soul? Is it in mine? I mean the best parts of summer–barefoot days, bees busy in the clover, blue skies studded with white puffs of clouds. I’d like to keep […]
Sep 22, 2017
Out of the Clear, Blue Skies, a Surprise!
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Matt sent me this link last night; otherwise, I might not have known about it: http://www.bookseriesinorder.com/blanche-day-manos/ The name of the site is Book Series in Order. What a neat idea! Frightfully intriguing. The site does, indeed, list all six of my cozy mysteries in order of their publication. It summarizes my biography and books. It’s interesting to […]
Sep 20, 2017
A Deadly and Unexpected Discovery
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Grave Heritage was one of my favorite books to write. It is the fourth Darcy and Flora cozy. It opens with a thunderstorm and a visitor who wakens Darcy and Flora in the middle of a night. This scene, A Deadly and Unexpected Discovery, takes place the next morning. After I checked our empty house […]
Jun 29, 2017
Fun, Food, Flowers, and Farm Life
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Fun, food, flowers, and tales of farm life accented the cozy critique yesterday. If anybody had a slight case of the blues, those blues were banished by the laughter and creativity that settled into my dining room with the advent of the Cozy Critters. It’s nice to belong to a critique group that believes in […]
Jun 27, 2017
Tuesday Morning Coming Down
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The porch swing was a good place to sit this morning. A bit chilly, but nice. Sunlight poked golden fingers through the tangled leaves of the trees. In the distance, a dove called. The robins were silent, too busy to do much chirping. The squirrels, never too busy for a wild romp, chased each other […]
