There’s not even a whisper of a breeze this morning. When I stepped out on the deck, the boards under my feet felt warm. Everything is hushed and still, as if nature is holding its breath. The sun isn’t up yet, but the birds are. Blackbirds have sort of taken over my back yard. There’s […]
Mar 4, 2020
Canebreak Critters
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This is a reprint from a few years back. I remember when I read it to my Cozy Critters and they were wondering what sort of animal would begin with the letter Y. Canebreak ABC’s Red ants, black ants marching all together, through a canebreak by the river in the lovely summer weather. Many-colored butterflies drift or dream […]
Jun 4, 2019
Invaders from an Alien World
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Ants are on my cabinet, mosquitoes at the door; Summertime has come at last. Who could ask for more? I don’t know if they are coming in to escape the rain, or if the rain is causing them to multiply. Maybe each raindrop is a tiny capsule filled with baby mosquitoes and ants. Maybe they […]
Apr 24, 2019
A Small World After All
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God’s Small World God made a tiny, shiny world in blades of grass and flowers, Where crickets creep and spiders spin and dewdrops fall in showers. And in this small, this crawly world are secrets and surprises. The caterpillars creeping here wear summertime disguises. No one but God could think of it; I don’t know […]
Jun 22, 2018
The Fly Who Came to Stay
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The Fly Who Came to Stay by Blanche Day Manos, who takes full responsibility for this goofy piece In my neck of the woods, everything gets ornery in the summertime. Critters, humans, even bugs are easy riled. There’s nothing like the heat of a white-orange sun blazing down from a copper-colored sky to make […]
May 29, 2013
Miniature Mysteries
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God’s Small World God made a tiny, shiny world In blades of grass and flowers, Where crickets creep and spiders spin And dewdrops fall in showers. And in this small, this crawly world Are secrets and surprises. The caterpillars creeping here Wear summertime disguises. No one but God could think of it; I don’t know […]
