No sounds break the frozen stillness of morning. Snow rims the dark limbs of trees, wintry patterns against a gray sky. A careful driver in a blue car eases down the icy street, his headlights a yellow swath in the darkness–a silent car on a silent street. But noises intrude. Coffee pot chuckles; furnace […]
Jun 26, 2020
The Wheels of the Truck
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A beautiful morning. I’ve been out in the back yard with Nemo and my cup of coffee. The wildflower seeds I planted are still looking OK. I hope they grow and spread. A funny thing–some seeds I planted years ago are poking up. That’s okay with me. I like happy surprises. People are out walking, […]
May 27, 2020
A Brand New Day
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It was a good way to start a brand new day. I opened the blinds onto the deck this morning, and there was a bright red cardinal. He cocked his head, hopped over to a chair, then onto a deck railing, all the while gazing at me. Did he want to tell me something? He […]
Jan 13, 2020
Morning Has Broken
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The dawn slips in on silent feet. She glides through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Something moves within the depths of a blue spruce. A bird, perhaps? Darkness is loathe to leave; clinging to corners and hollows. Finally, gathering shadows around herself like a cloak, night drifts away, yielding to the dawn […]
Jul 29, 2019
Sitting on the Deck in the Dark
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Such a pleasant morning. A soft, gentle rain, a few rumbles of thunder. Nemo and I sat on the deck, protected by the redbud tree, our leafy umbrella. The crepe myrtle shows up well in the darkness of early morning. A good start to the day. Yesterday, I took a copy of Moonstruck and Murderous […]
Jun 10, 2019
Manos Meanderings on a Monday Morning
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Good Monday morning, all you early bird coffee and tea drinkers. Did you read a cozy mystery over the weekend? Want to hear a confession? I’ve discovered a young adult writer and am devouring her books, one after the other. It was a long, long time ago that I was a young adult, so […]
