Times Are Weird

These times are weird
Germs are everywhere to be feared
Division by media is engineered
Old friendships are broken and smeared

Snow, Flowers, and Chiengora

So, this happened over the weekend. 👇

Yellow Carpet

I took the above photo on Sunday.

Fascinating

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.

Bored?

If you’re bored, come live where I live. There’s never a dull moment.

Just a quick little post.

Disoriented

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.

Morning Serenade

First thing in the morning, I step outside to let the dog out. Steam billows from my breath and crispy white sheets crunch under my boots. A soothing song greets me from high above. Wait, what? There’s a bird singing? I can’t remember the last time I heard a bird sing. The branches are still bear and the ground is blanketed in white. Birds don’t sing in the winter. Am I dreaming?

I blink upwards, then squint to focus between the spiny sticks. Something flitters.

Tropical Desert

We finally did it. We got sick of winter and went back to the tropics.

Flip-Flops and Sweaters

I think the earth has shifted, or maybe someone has drugged me and moved my house to the North Pole, with me inside. Yesterday we received six more inches of snow on top of the ten inches already planted. On the forecast below, tomorrow’s (Wednesday’s) reading is not the wind chill, but the actual temperature (-25c & -29c). The overnight temps are on the bottom.

Sock It To Me

A Refrigerator Saga

Just popping in to give an update to those following along.

Chaos and Calm

Good morning, afternoon or evening, for whichever time you read this post.

I had a brief and serene blog post scheduled for today, but then something happened. . .

Real Life Magic

On April 30th I walked along the creek near our house, and below is what it looked like.

Dear March

Dear March,

Thank you for this past Sunday, for the vibrant sky, and the refreshing hint of spring, soon to awaken and beautify.

No Fair February

First of all, after a trial run of three posts, I’ve given up on two-hundred-word Tuesday. I’ve learned that I’m not a women of few words. I rarely go beyond 500 words anyway.

Okay, onto my topic.

Two Hundred Words Tuesday

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.

Too Much is Too Much

January, February and March.

One Week Contest

I have both good news and bad news. I’ll share the bad news first, but hang in there for the good news.

Winter, Home and Books

I’m waiting for the PROOF of my paperback novel, Whit’s End, to make sure it all looks good. I can’t wait to share it. For now, I’ll tell you a little about my winter experience from over the weekend.

The Difference A Season Makes

I find Nature’s instinct and changes fascinating. Never afraid of what lies behind the corner as It dies and gives life once again.

Last summer I took lots of pictures of berries.