Be sure not to miss tomorrow’s blog post. It will be by guest author, Josephine Montgomery. Josephine is a fascinating author, wood carver, and story teller. Her British background and her experiences as she grew up are intriguing, to say the least. Josephine is an occasional guest on my blog. I always feel blessed […]
Jan 23, 2019
When Winter Was Memorable
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It’s cold this morning. You may live in parts of the world where twenty-three degrees would be considered a heat wave, but I’m not. I live in NW Arkansas and it’s cold! Rain that surely must be ice is on the streets, a dusting of snow like spilled flour, drifts across grass and pavement. I […]
Jan 19, 2019
Spring or Winter or Something Else?
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Yesterday the temperature was not bad; it was windy, sort of like spring. Last night, a noisy thunderstorm blew in and now? Snow! The yards are covered with white. Will it continue? Only time will tell. It’s interesting to watch and snow always makes things prettier. It also makes driving more treacherous. Nemo left little […]
Jan 17, 2019
Together Again and Going Strong
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For the first time since last fall, the Cozy Critters met at my house yesterday. We had had a couple of luncheon meetings at a restaurant, but it was great to be together again, the coffee hot and bracing, the cookies close at hand. As it turns out, it was a better day weather-wise than […]
Jan 16, 2019
When the Weather Turns On You
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Remember the children’s story about the sun and the cold wind and the bet they had? An old man was trudging down the road in the wintertime and the wind, boisterous and braggy, bet the sun that he could blow the old man’s coat off whereas the sun didn’t have that power. So, he blew […]
Jan 12, 2019
Dismality and Other Dreadful Drearies
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Outside my window, the day is gray. Not only is it gray, it’s gray and wet. There’s no beautiful, white snow to create a lovely etching. No flowers to brighten the day, just a lot of dismality. So, what to do? Well, I shut the drapes (Is this a sign that I bury my head […]
