Sunday afternoon, February 21. I gaze at the tangle of bare, winter time branches crisscrossing each other above my driveway. Maple tree and white mulberry limbs snarl together like two balls of yarn after a kitten’s playful antics. I hope the trees do not put out leaves too soon because I’m afraid this pseudo spring weather won’t last. […]
Sep 17, 2014
September in the Rain
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More rain is forecast today. My grass is going wild with joy! Flowers are refreshed, and trees nod their heads like ancient sages who know the secrets of the ages. Just about anything goes better with a rainy day, including books, reading, writing, and cozy critiques. Today is the day for a few of us […]
Feb 21, 2014
Potpourri, Hodgepodge, Patchwork
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I’ve always liked that French word Potpourri. It sounds lovely, like the mixed fragrances of dried flower petals it represents. However, “hodgepodge” and “patchwork” mean about the same thing. My thoughts this morning are a mixture, a patchwork quilt of jumping from one subject to the next. You are invited to share them. The wind […]
Jan 29, 2014
The January Thaw
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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 […]
Jan 10, 2014
Commemoration of a Happy Event
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For the first time in a long time, the temperature was above freezing when I woke up. The ground is wet but the snow–where did it go? Will we have more? My snowman indicator has not changed positions on the mantel and he keeps his secretive smile. Does he know something I don’t? Yesterday the […]
Jan 7, 2014
In Winter’s Grip
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Just a few feet away, outside my window on the world, harsh cold grips the landscape in merciless hands. Snow outlines yards and rooftops, bringing white shapes out of the darkness. No longer do I see the neighborhood cats wandering down the street. Hopefully, they all have homes and warm cushions on which to curl […]
