Fall has come to North Central Texas. Fall is finally here in my part of the world, and I couldn't be happier. The picture above is of the burr oak outside my window, which has one or two colorful leaves and gray skies peeking through the still green leaves. Add to that, damp conditions and … Continue reading A Time to Read
Category: Autumn
The Poetry of and in November
My November Guest My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walked the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She's glad the birds … Continue reading The Poetry of and in November
Over the River for Thanksgiving
Being a Texas girl, I remember how surprised I was to learn (at a not so tender age) that the long-time favorite “Over the River and Through the Wood” was a Thanksgiving song and, to make matters worse, that snowy old sleigh in the song was originally going to Grandfather’s house. With lines such as … Continue reading Over the River for Thanksgiving
The Great Pumpkin
I am happy to report my husband and I did, indeed, locate The Great Pumpkin, residing, at least for a time, on a street in downtown Circleville, Ohio. The gargantuan squash sat on its resplendent throne wearing a golden crown and surrounded by a rotund court. Charlie Brown would be proud, I think. The town … Continue reading The Great Pumpkin
Of Writers, Shakers, & Black Barns
Barn at Pleasant Hill, Kentucky. Tonight I am resting comfortably in Chillicothe, Ohio. No, I am not ill, only a bit tired. It has been a busy and wonderful last several days that began with the Ozarks Creative Writers Conference in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. There I listened to two exciting keynote speakers, attended workshops, and … Continue reading Of Writers, Shakers, & Black Barns
October and Beyond
I Meant to Do my Work Today by Richard Le Gallienne I meant to do my work today But a brown bird sang in the apple tree, And a butterfly flitted across the field, And all the leaves were calling me. And the wind went sighing over the land, Tossing the grasses to and fro, … Continue reading October and Beyond
Readers
Today I find myself waxing nostalgic. I hate when that happens, but there you are. I tend to be a collector—not so good a thing either. Or, maybe, I am simply an accumulator. Either way, I have some stuff. I tend to gather things that have to do with “story”: old and new books that … Continue reading Readers