This is sort of an eerie morning. The sunrise was yellow, then clouds obscured it and rain began. Not a leaf is stirring. The nighttime cat headed across my lawn toward home a bit ago. The sky is dark now and I suspect rain is still falling softly. My furry little four-legged barometer is sticking […]
Jun 4, 2020
My Barometer Wears Fur
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Even if I hadn’t seen the clouds, even if I didn’t hear the rain, I’d know the weather was turning stormy. My furry barometer told me so. When Nemo hears thunder or senses a disturbance in the atmosphere, he trots over to me, puts his feet on my lap and looks beseechingly at my face. […]
May 12, 2020
When Whippoorwills Call
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It is cold this morning! Cold, dark, and wet. May is nearly half gone. Shouldn’t we have warm weather? My brother tells me that whippoorwills are calling now. He lives near a wooded area and hears these nighttime, springtime birds. It’s Whippoorwill Winter. I might have known. My maple tree, just outside my window, is […]
May 5, 2020
It’s a Wild Life
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Yesterday, we were blessed with missing the baseball-size hailstones that fell in parts of Arkansas. We had a thunderstorm, it blew over, then last night, a re-run. This time, I don’t think there was hail anywhere. So, my trusty camera and I (and Nemo, of course) in between storms, strolled through the back yard. We […]
May 2, 2020
The Merciless Wind, Part I
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Since this is the 100 year anniversary of the Peggs tornado, and although I re-published it last year at this time, I do so again today. For a time, I wrote feature stories for The Tahlequah Daily Press. On May 5, 1985, The Press published an article I wrote about the tornado that destroyed Peggs, […]
Apr 29, 2020
Stormy Weather
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The storm clouds drew closer. I was in the back yard and Peg was in her side yard and we talked over the fence. When an uncontrollable something threatens, friendships take on new meaning. We wished each other a safe night and talked about where in our houses were the safe places. We’d retreat there, […]
