A Thinly-Veiled Gossamer Morning

A Thinly-Veiled Gossamer Morning

Like a gossamer veil, it drifts silently over damp trees and rests upon the grass. Fog on a fall morning. A cold front is moving in. Weather is changing. A new season is on the way. This is an inverted day. Instead of becoming warmer, the temperature will sink until by tomorrow morning, summer will […]

Sometimes I’m Happy; Sometimes, I’m Blue

Sometimes I’m Happy; Sometimes, I’m Blue

Remember the old song, “Sometimes I’m Happy, sometimes I’m blue. My disposition depends on you?” My blog post this morning is going to be a discussion of moods and what causes them. Are you ready? What makes you happy? What makes you blue? Does your disposition really depend upon another person, as Sarah Vaughan sings? […]

Is the Sky Really Falling?

Is the Sky Really Falling?

The sky was a blue canopy arching over the thirsty flower beds. It was time to water my front yard plants. It has been a while since we’ve had rain and those flowers were looking pretty droopy. So, I grabbed my trusty garden hose and dragged it toward the oak and the marigolds, petunias, and […]

The Rumble of an Approaching Storm

The Rumble of an Approaching Storm

I hear the rumble of an approaching storm in the distance and the wind has picked up. The dog-walker has gone by, getting in her walk before the storm arrives. By the end of the weekend, the weatherman is saying we will have had twelve inches of rain this week. My hope is that people are […]

An Iffy Kind of Day

An Iffy Kind of Day

Sitting here with my hot cup of Folgers, looking out at a, to be honest, rather drab world, I see Annie and Midge walking up the hill. Annie takes long strides, going at a good clip, and Midge’s little legs work double time to keep up. I really have no idea whether the woman’s name is […]

Wednesday Ramblings

Wednesday Ramblings

My Wednesday thoughts are ramblings, here, there, and all over the place. Yesterday, Matt, Nathan and I took advantage of the warm weather to bone up on our basketball skills. Actually, the boys did a lot more shooting baskets than I did but, for an old lady, I wasn’t too bad. The best part was […]