Winter's cold blast caused us to hunker down at the Prairie house.
On Dec. 18, 2015, I resolved not to purchase any apparel, including shoes or accessories, for a whole year.
The busy holidays had settled down and we were struggling to reclaim our regular schedules.
Holidays went off without a hitch, well almost without a hitch.
New Year's resolutions date back to the Babylonians when promises were made to the gods to pay off debts and return borrowed items. The Romans made promises to the god Janus (January) in hopes of a favorable new year.
Most of my family members, including myself, and my friends have their annual physicals during the last two months of the year, the holiday months.
Michele, a single parent of two, dragged her artificial tree down from the attic. One of the daughters has a new puppy. Of the puppy, Michele said, "I hate that dog."
A few years ago, maybe four or five, Shirley and I took to the asphalt. Walking's been a good thing, increasing endorphins, building endurance as we watch seasons change and occasionally solve world problems.
Family gatherings always allow for the conjuring up of old memories. Grown up siblings begin their tales:
Sister says, "Remember when we lived over in east Columbus and we put the Christmas tree in that front window and...
Brother interrupts, "No, we didn't live in that house. We put the Christmas tree in the front window after we got to the new house."
Sister insists, "No I'm sure it was in east Columbus."
The rains came down and the floods came up, and I did not complain. The kittens played on the porch to avoid wet grass on their feet, gardenia leaves brushing their faces, and dripping rain on their soft kitten fur.
Last week, rounding the corner of the porch, I came face to face with a young deer lying in the grass, not 50 feet away. We stared; neither moved. She was lying at the edge of some trees, not hidden, even though the sun had been up for hours.
As I write this, a burn ban rages across the state.
Last week we left for our annual camping trip to north Alabama. I admit I was torn between camping and staying with the new kittens but my responsible 16-year-old neighbor girl readily agreed to keep the kittens and besides I knew Sam needed a vacation from SEC television and retirement activities.
I don't often answer the telephone, but that day I did. Probably most people don't even have a landline anymore.
Just when you think you can't take the summer heat one moment longer, it's fall. Momma always said fall was her most favorite season.
The swarming ruby-throated hummingbirds are declining at the feeders.
Three beautiful sights appeared before my eyes.
On occasion, while teaching a class of adults, I would arrive with colored pencils, crayons, construction paper, scissors, glue, sparkles and assorted craft supplies. It was playtime.
It seems like if you were going to be a friend to anyone, you'd be a friend of the library. Libraries are the most magical places where, on any given day, you could stroll right pass Mother Goose, alive and in person. The only other place something like that could happen would be maybe Disney World, or the downtown post office.
Nighttime temperatures fell into the 60s, creating perfect conditions for nighttime walks.
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