Once, long ago, in those dear, dim, misty days almost beyond recall (certainly beyond the time of some of you readers) I, Blanche Day, had a lamb for a pet. His name was Louie and I loved that lamb as you can see in the picture. Sorry about my tongue being between my teeth. That […]
Teasers
Teaser for The Cemetery Club Goshen Cemetery lay quiet and peaceful under a benevolent spring sky. Darcy Campbell and her mother, Flora Tucker, had no inkling that in a few moments, the scene would change and they would face a horror on the ground and a threat from above, beyond their imaginations. Becoming entangled in […]
Past, Present, Future
·I love it when the past and the present come together in a harmonious grouping. This picture represents four generations. The table was my mother’s. My niece Missy made the pretty autumn table runner. Although I didn’t assemble it, the centerpiece is mine and sitting smugly among the chrysanthemums is a small owl Sara gave me […]
Petrichor and Shadows
·It’s strange–the things which have no physical substance but which affect our lives. No one would doubt that shadows exist. When the sun shines on an object, that object casts a shadow. We can’t pick up the shadow or smell it or hear it, yet it is there. When I was a very small girl, […]
Sticks and Stones
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never harm me” is an old English nursery rhyme. Probably it was coined for children who faced taunts and name calling, to encourage them not to resort to physical force but to walk away and ignore the ignoramus who was doing the taunting. Adages and their […]
Reading, Writing, and Rain
The first cup of Folgers is always the best. I like the fragrance of fresh-brewed coffee as well as I like the taste. Rain drips steadily from the eaves. The morning is dark and damp. It would be a good morning to go back to sleep except I have things to do and once I’m up, I’m […]