Cars and trucks on the Interstate are humming along this morning. The Folger’s coffee is hot and strong. Nemo is snoozing and the Christmas tree is glowing. It’s the Monday before Christmas and this is what the day looks like from my house. An amazing find out by the mailbox: jonquils are poking through the […]
Dec 18, 2015
First Snowfall!
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If you did not look out your window between eight and nine o’clock last night, you probably missed NW Arkansas’s first snowfall. It started as a light mist, got harder, and those droplets turned into very wet flakes. It was only a handful, a sifting, and it melted off quickly. This is really funny because […]
Dec 17, 2015
Morning Coffee with Darcy and Flora
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The following conversation is not in any of the Darcy and Flora cozy mysteries…yet. But, come with me this morning to the town of Levi, Oklahoma, and listen in as Darcy talks with her mother about a problem and Flora’s wise recommendation. Darcy: You are up early, Mom. Couldn’t you sleep? Flora: I got my […]
Dec 16, 2015
Christmas Concert
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Last night, I went with my family to my granddaughter’s Christmas Concert. What a privilege! Those young people are talented! And beautiful in their neat uniforms and shiny black shoes. They were also attentive. All eyes were on their director and they responded to every nuance in the music and the silent directions from his face […]
Dec 12, 2015
Streeling into Saturday
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Sauntering, strolling, streeling–words that mean about the same but the last word is not heard much any more. In Grave Heritage, Flora uses the word and she and Darcy remember that Andy Tucker used to say that. None of the Cozy Critters who heard me read the passage from the book knew what it meant. […]
Dec 10, 2015
Heart Stitches and Penguin Eggs
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As I selected the yarn, I thought of you. Friends are like colors in different hues. They bring forth a light, each in their own way, Making them the person that we love today.” — Stitches from the Heart. The above verse is part of a poem by Jane. She brought an “interactive presentation” to […]
