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.
It was early morning when they left, almost daybreak. The duo would see a lot of sunrises before I'd see the guys again.
We entered the Natchez Trace Parkway near Mathiston and headed south. The trees formed a natural canopy, making it seem cool, though it was probably just the air conditioner.
August is always a hot one, but this one ... days upon days of "feels like" 100 degrees. A walk through the grass is like stepping on cornflakes; the blades of grass are drawn up slim as needles.
Most mornings Sam and I have cereal on the front porch.
When Sandra Bullock, in the 1995 movie "The Net," played a computer nerd whose identity was stolen and replaced by a criminal's identity, I developed a fear of losing my fingerprints. I considered taking my own fingerprints and putting them in a lockbox.
Large green circles surrounded the Prairie house like polka-dots where the circular sprinklers struggled to maintain the lawn.
It was 1968, and the movie was "Funny Girl." Fanny Brice (played by Barbra Streisand) convinced the Broadway director she could roller skate. In the scene "Rollerskate Rag," Barbra rolls out on stage knocking down everyone in sight.
The Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. Genesis 1:2b
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