If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. If turnips were watches, I’d wear one by my side. So goes a children’s nursery rhyme. Wishes! We all have them; we all say from time to time, I wish this were true or not true, or that he would hurry or she would reach a decision. […]
Jun 13, 2019
The Secrets in the Summer Twilight
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What is there about a soft, summer night, just after the sun goes down and before full darkness tiptoes through the town? Leaves stir with a passing breeze and flowers lift glistening blossoms to feel one last ray of the sun’s warmth. The rabbit who lives under the storage building gives last minute instructions […]
Jun 12, 2019
Ned and a Date with a Possible Murderer
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We’ve had so much rain this month and last! And, who knows about today? Things look mighty damp out there. Reading, writing–both go much better with rain. So, I’m going to grab a second cup of Folgers and see what Ned is doing over in Ednalee this morning. Last night she was about to […]
Jun 6, 2019
Saying Good-bye to a Cozy Critter
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(Cover picture is by Jane Barron.) We filled the round booth in the back corner of the cafe. A bouquet of flowers sat on the table. Gathered around were five Cozy Critters, Carolyn, Peg, Nancy, Jane, and me. We laughed, took pictures, and ate. But, at the center of it all was a bit of […]
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 […]
Jun 3, 2019
An Early June Morning
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What is there about an early spring morning before the sun comes up, when the grass is soggy with yesterday’s rain? Everything is hushed and listening for the robin’s song and the dove’s call to announce a new beginning. Leaves are still except when the whisper of a breeze stirs them. The wonder of it […]
