The greenness of trees gradually emerge through the darkness. It’s a wet morning. Street and driveway glisten with rain. Nemo, after a brief trip to the yard, could hardly wait to come back inside. Looking out, the new day seems to be made of two shades: darkness and green, the color of emeralds, the color of […]

With a Gust of Wind and a Haunted Street
My Folger’s coffee is hot, strong, and invigorating this morning which is a good thing. Around two a.m. my eyes popped open and stayed that way for at least an hour. Nancy Drew and a half cup of milk finally got me back to sleep but then a small, sharp nose and an insistent whine told […]

Age-Old Problems; Ancient Answers
Yesterday was a cold, wet, dark day. Who could guess that the first day of spring is just around the corner? It felt like winter to me! A good antidote was gathering at Fran’s house for her springtime Retreat to refresh and refocus. The day began with a yummy breakfast and a nice chat with […]

Unafraid to Ask Why
·The Cemetery Club is only 99 cents on Amazon! When you listen to the news, do you ever ask, “Why?” That’s a favorite word for young children whose curiosity leads them to learn. Sometimes, as adults, our curiosity is dulled and we tend to accept events or happenings without asking that all-important question. It shouldn’t be that […]

When Days and Nights Are Equal (almost)
·It’s official–winter of 2013-14 is a thing of the past. We are free of the clutches of the cold, the wailing wintry winds, frostbit fingers, tingly toes–aren’t we? Well, maybe. At least, we’ve started a more benevolent season, if we ignore the threat of tornadoes that comes along with spring. One bit of folklore is […]
The January Thaw
·In the days when my grandparents, Levi and Edna Latty, were on their 300+ acre farm at Etta, Pappy Latty always looked for the January thaw, those few January days when winter paused to take a deep breath and remember that spring would soon be on its way. During the January thaw, Pappy would hitch […]