Silence by Blanche Day Manos A soft and drowsy, downy day, the sky is furry, blurry gray; No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped with frozen lace, the meadow is an arctic place; And house and barn, with wintry grace Wear thatches.
Jan 27, 2022
A Remembering Rock
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It rests in my herb garden, a memory stone. It’s a reminder of a slower, quieter time, of the strong, good people who owned the farm which was the rock’s home. It’s just a dark rock, pitted by millenia. Cows’ and horses’ hooves have stepped on it and probably bare-foot children have stubbed their toes […]
Jan 21, 2022
This Day
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What are you doing this nippy January day? Actually, ten degrees is a bit more than nippy. Thankfully, we don’t have a howling wind or blowing snow or sleet. But, it is cold. This means I’ll need to replenish bird baths for thirsty birds and make sure they have enough sunflower seeds. There’s one form […]
Jan 20, 2022
Boon or Bane
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Boon or bane–the “what if” game. A writer spins a story around that small phrase, “what if”. It sounds like the fall from a cliff was an accident, but what if he was pushed? In her will, she left everything to her niece, but what if there was a later will? All these suppositions could […]
Jan 19, 2022
Just Outside the Window
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As you know, I’m a weather watcher. I like the changing outdoor scene. If the meteorologist suggests snow is on the way, I eagerly watch for that first flake. I’m one of those people who makes sure there’s enough bread and milk if a storm is forecast, so I head for the store. (By the […]
