Gleanings are bits and pieces of grain left when a field has been harvested. This morning’s blog is really bits and pieces of this and that: some serious, some not. Anyway, these are my thoughts this morning. The flowers and potted evergreen from my friend Fran are now in my container garden. They have enlarged […]
Aug 3, 2016
Coffee with Blanche
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The other morning, my friend Jane dropped in for a cup of coffee and a chat. Nothing pre-planned. I love impromptu visits and this morning, if you were near, I’d hope you would drop in too. We’d have coffee and talk about whatever you’d like. Which brings up a question: in the posts that I […]
Jul 31, 2016
KOVLV
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I’m happy to announce my second guest post on Whiskey Tales will be up tomorrow morning. Thank you, Maria Norcia Santillanes. We need an association or club or something to keep our vacant lots vacant (KOVLV). Just as sure as there’s a nice, green area in town with wildflowers growing on it and bees and butterflies […]
Jul 27, 2016
Wednesday Wanderings
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There’s nothing like a steaming mouthful of coffee to open one’s eyes. Whew! At least, I can be sure that my alimentary canal is now germ-free. A wonderful rain lulled me to sleep last night but here it is morning, and that memorable sip of coffee fully opened my eyes. This Wednesday morning’s post is chuck full of […]
Jul 20, 2016
Are Some Things Best Left Buried?
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Excerpt from Best Left Buried. This woman’s manner so rankled me that I had a tough time controlling my voice. “If the land is yours already, Eileen, do I need to deed it to you?” “Just to be sure there is no question farther on down the line, I think that might be a wise […]
Jul 11, 2016
The Way I See It
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…may be different from the way you see it but then, that’s OK. This is America and we still have freedom of speech, don’t we? The English language is rich with meaningful words and phrases, but it’s easier not to hunt for them. Sometimes a catch phrase will become popular and it’s sort of like a […]
