We’ve had a spate of light showers for several days now, nothing significant, just enough to make it feel like fall. Leaves have begun to turn finally. Very few have fallen. The air is yellow with smoke from field burning. On a rise as we were coming into town last night, we could see a…
It began raining yesterday morning, a light mist that became an easy rain, just enough to keep the walks wet without forming puddles. It continued into the night, making sleep easy. We’ve had company from Colorado, my sister and her husband Carl. He was a longtime friend of Lydia’s before he married Lora. They came…
A new conversation It was almost too warm to sleep last night. The house would not cool off before the day began to heat. It has been that way since we got back from Seattle last week. It didn’t help that we both became ill shortly after returning. Lydia had leg cramps and nausea. I…
I opened the house when I got up, the doors and screened windows, to let in cooler air before we button up against the heat of the day. This morning the cool air drifting in has a vague smell of fall somehow. The night was cooler than most lately. Sleep was becoming easier; a prelude…
Back in the saddle again It was dark when I got up. I’d been awake for an hour or so. Sleep wouldn’t return. As I put the water on for coffee, I could hear crows making a ruckus in the pine across the street. No other birds this morning. The window above the sink was…
Re-creation I’m stumbling over starting to write again. Can’t seem to gather the whole thought, or even enough to work out the rest through writing. Oh, I’ve started several posts, but they don’t go anywhere; I can’t get a resolution to what I’m trying to say. I’m not even sure that I know what I…
Bless Their Hearts (An expression that indicates endearment, but often includes the idea that a person is somehow out of line or inept, that they cannot help this imperfection and that we love them anyway.) It has been raining and windy the last few days, more April than May. The sun is out this afternoon,…
Common Ground I grew up a long way from here, my home. For 17 years, I lived on the edge of the prairie near the shadow of a mountain. It was an innocent life. I was naïve and unaware. That was okay. I had a few friends, but I could put names to faces of…
Slumgullion It is still dark out the window, though there is a hint of light. The apple tree limbs are subtle leafless streaks and beyond it the walk is a vague wash of grey. No birds. No rain. In our house, slumgullion is a mix of bacon bits, fried potatoes, and onions, cooked together in…
The Great Divide Gray light this morning. Fog and winter sun. Always an inducement for contemplation. We continue to sort through boxes of old papers and mementos, making little decisions about what to throw out and what to keep. In an emotional compromise, Lydia has begun taking pictures of items we are unsure of. Later,…
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