
This is what it looked like in my neighborhood on Wednesday. Gorgeous day. Temperature mild.
Our summer was extra dry, which is likely why our fall came late. Didn’t show up until the first week in November.
Continue reading “Almost Over”Inquire, Inspire, Aspire
This is what it looked like in my neighborhood on Wednesday. Gorgeous day. Temperature mild.
Our summer was extra dry, which is likely why our fall came late. Didn’t show up until the first week in November.
Continue reading “Almost Over”These times are weird
Germs are everywhere to be feared
Division by media is engineered
Old friendships are broken and smeared
I took the above photo on Sunday.
Air conditions are off. Heat pumps and furnaces are off. Goldilocks is enjoying this “just right” weather. Everything is quiet, and I hear something rustling in the brush. Continue reading “Four Days for Goldilocks”
Shh, listen. Can you hear that? It sounds like a babbling brook.
The nearest creek is six blocks away, yet the trickling sounds like a stream circling the entire house.
I follow my ears to find where this is coming from.
If you’re bored, come live where I live. There’s never a dull moment.
Just a quick little post.
I woke up on Monday morning (yesterday) feeling very disoriented. Why?
Take a look at the photo below that I posted as my header back in January.
Just popping in to give an update to those following along.
Happy Tuesday!
Remember last week when I shared the bare photos of the creek near my house? I had taken those photos on April 30th. The above picture is taken in the same spot as those others, and I took this one on May 17th. Voila! Magic.
So, I’ve been tossing around talking to my favorite bloggers about the novel I’m working on.
On April 30th I walked along the creek near our house, and below is what it looked like.
How is your 2018 going so far? I hope it’s superb and gets even better. I like that word “superb.” Don’t recall ever using it before.
It happened when I was all by myself.
Well, I wasn’t completely alone. My dog, Max was with me. He’s the only one who knows the truth about his crazy fifty-something-year-old biped mom.
I thought I’d write about my adventurous eclipse experience before it becomes irrelevant, so I quickly put together this post this morning.
I have both good news and bad news. I’ll share the bad news first, but hang in there for the good news.
You knew it was coming…my observations on life and the differences between the two states where I’ve lived. First half of my life I lived in Illinois . . .