This post from last year seems to be exactly what I’m feeling this morning. Summer’s Afterglow The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day […]
Sep 19, 2017
Some Place to Go, Something to Do
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I’ve never seen this before! A group of four doves ambles slowly across the driveway. Do they have some place to go? Do they have a chore in mind? Are they looking for something? I hope they know there are cats in the neighborhood and are watchful. And, I? Do I have some place to […]
Mar 20, 2017
Spring Has Sprung!
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Happy first day of Spring! In the wee, small hours of the morning, winter packed its bags and crept out the back door while spring bustled in the front. Now, that’s not saying there won’t be some lingering traces of winter, because I’m sure she’ll linger, in some places more than in others, but at least […]
Oct 20, 2016
Stormy Night and Autumn Hills
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The hills are putting on their autumn display of color. Muted russet, flaming scarlet, joyful yellow vie for beauty on the sloping hillsides between northwest Arkansas and northeast Oklahoma. It’s a beautiful drive, with the river on one side of the highway, the hills on the other. Earthy scents of damp leaves and soil slipped into the car. […]
Jul 24, 2016
Eras of the Past and Present
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As I mentioned yesterday on Facebook, I found an old picture of myself all decked out for a heritage talk. I found it as I was cleaning out stuff in the back bedroom. Through the years, all kinds of things have accumulated. In fact, I was happily surprised to find a few things I had […]
Jun 9, 2016
My Meadow, Nature’s Canvas
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When my husband, son and I lived in Oklahoma, our house had a meadow in back. I named our home and acres Manos Meadows. I loved that meadow. It was never the same from season to season. This is another feature story I did for The Tahlequah Daily Press, many years ago. Autumn moves through the meadow, […]
