How long has it been since you heard a whistle? I don’t mean the shrill sound of blowing through a whistle, I mean where someone purses their lips and whistles. Used to be, whistling was common. In fact, if I remember correctly, there was a song or two that had whistling in it. So, what […]
Jun 25, 2020
Mud Puddles
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Puddles that remain after a rain can’t help it that they happen to be in a low spot and will probably never grow into a more respectable name, like pond or creek. From the moment they are formed, they are simple puddles and puddles they’ll remain until they sink out of sight. Puddles are good […]
Jun 18, 2020
The Sears Catalog
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Do present day conflicts give you the blues? Do you get upset when you watch the news? Do you yearn for those days that are long gone by, but you can’t return there, if you try? If you’re tired of all the sorry pollution, there is a cure and there’s a solution! A Sears Catalog […]
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 […]
May 21, 2020
Are the May Bees Still Flying?
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May 1 was a day of maybes. It’s an equivocal answer to a difficult question. Are the May Bees still flying around? I ask, because, even though the month is drawing to a close, it seems to be an uncertain month for several reasons. Some things are not uncertain, though. May’s birthstone is still the […]
May 19, 2020
Decoration Day
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One by one, we abandon traditions, leaving the past behind. It’s sad, because, although we shouldn’t live in the past, we need a sense of continuity. There is something comforting about following patterns, about observing practices that have been carried down through generations. It gives me a connection to my ancestors. Decoration Day, always the […]
