Dark was the night, darker the trees. Only the moon allowed me to see ...
"Where flowers bloom, so does hope."
Lady Bird Johnson
Planting has always been pretty much hit or miss around here.
It was the oddest thing. There beside the ducks' feeding bowl was a golden egg -- seriously, a golden egg.
The morning temperatures dropped into the low 70's and we were able to sit on the porch under the twirling ceiling fans. It was lovely for a few days following an awfully blistering summer. A couple of hummingbirds
A couple of weeks ago, a Prairie neighbor, Kathy, said she was passing the Shell Station on the new road while talking on her cell phone when she noticed a banty hen, a real one, standing under the big sign that says "Chix-Fried Chicken."
Sometimes it's like other people know something I don't. Like maybe I didn't get the password or learn the secret handshake.
The surgeon said, "There's a small surgical risk that you will lose your sight in your left eye. Without the surgery, it's a certainty."
Making my way slowly down the stairway I placed my right hand on the wall while my left hand covered my eye.
A couple of years back Sam signed up to cut the grass at the church.
Somebody threw out the question what would you miss about the South? Food was a given then it boiled down to friendliness and storytelling. The next day I tried the question on my exercising buddies and the answer was the same. Seems we'll tell a story at the drop of a hat.
There's a lot of eating plans circling around these days with names like "What would Jesus eat," aka the Mediterranean diet, the Paleo diet, aka "What would a caveman eat," and all the vegan and vegetarian diets built on what not to let-ever-cross-your-lips diets.
Work in the garden during the early morning to avoid heat stress, and wear a hat and loose clothes. Felder Rushing.
Just inside the door of the Missionary Baptist Church I saw a white man to the far left, so I turned right. I didn't want us to "clump up," so I asked a beautiful young woman with long eyelashes if anyone was sitting next to her.
Signs pointed to raccoons having returned to the Prairie house. There was the day a small, empty, well-washed plastic container of crab salad had been lifted from the recycle bin and left on the porch under an Adirondack chair. Disappointing for sure for the raccoon.
"It was the song of an immigrant boy made good."
Mary Ellin Berlin Barrett, daughter of Irving Berlin
Kathleen Norris recounts her introduction to computers in the 1970s in David Steindl-Rast and Sharon Lebell's "Music of Silence." Computers were a marvel, and she was thrilled her work time was reduced remarkably.
Early in the morning I sat at the window watching the two surviving ducks forage at the lake's edge.
I've discovered that in certain situations I have a tendency to hedge on the truth, and I hate that. I signed up for the Lifeline medical testing held at the Presbyterian church on Bluecutt Road in Columbus.
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