Agnes wrapped her arms around herself as she sat at the table. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop shaking and she didn’t think she’d ever be warm again. The sheriff opened his hand and let fall a small, circular object onto the table. Candlelight glinted on gold beneath the accumulated grime. Agnes […]
Nov 8, 2023
What Does It Know?
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What does my white mulberry tree know that no other tree knows? What is the secret that the wind whispers to it during the night? Only the tree knows; I don’t. But every year, and not at the same time each year, it drops all or almost all of its leaves on the ground. Oh, […]
Aug 30, 2022
Rearrangement
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The wind rearranged my back yard last night. Limbs that were on the trees at 4:30 were on the ground at 5:00. It was mostly maple limbs and mulberry limb. The huge, strong oak limbs held fast although they did an awfully lot of swaying. The storm came up suddenly. Lightning played across the sky […]
Mar 3, 2022
The Wind and the Moonlight
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The rain stopped and I turned off my windshield wipers. About halfway to Myra’s home, I realized no one in the whole world knew where I was and that was not a good thing. I speed-dialed Cade but got no answer, only his voice mail. Leaving a message, I told him where I’d be. Hopefully, […]
Nov 9, 2021
The Whispers of Autumn
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A cornfield in the fall under a full moon–a hundred murmurs of dry, rustling stalks speaking to each other. They’ve felt the warmth of sun and held the golden, full ears of yellow corn, standing with tasseled heads erect, their roots deep in damp earth. They’ve known the farmer and his boy moving among them. […]
Apr 27, 2021
The Wind and the Moon
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The way the wind blew yesterday is a good sign that it’s blowing in a change in the weather, and, it’s still at it this morning. The oak tassels, which, because of the astuteness of a friend, I’ve found out are called catkins, are still joyfully riding the wind to my deck. Then, tonight, a […]
