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41 this morning, raining after a night of heavy rain. Warmed to 55 and dried up, then rain again as I write at 7pm. What a wild weather day....

72 this morning, rain and storms all day. Humid as can be. It is hard to believe that another week has passed that I have not posted. Where ...

Smoke curls and swirls heavenward, through reaching branches naked white against a dying day. The darkest night holds in its cusp the birth ...

Rain at last. It showered all night, and off and on all day today. So thankful. 59 again this morning, and didn't warm up much all day. ...

Content The rain came at last after days, weeks of drought, steady, cool bursts that soaked stressed trees and gardens to new green. W...

76, humid and cloudy this morning. It looked like rain, but the sun soon came out. Watering continues.  I am not a fan of summer, and ...

52, cloudy and light showers after some rain during the night. That caught us by surprise, because we thought the forecast called for clear ...

The light returns! I quit dreading November and December when I learned about winter solstice with its history, folklore, and stories. Ins...

In between of working on our booths, painting furniture and sorting auction buys, I have been putting together my poetry workshop for Saturd...

Three poems for this snowy, blowy, freezing-cold day, to read by the fire. Cozy up and enjoy! From Snow-Bound , by John Greenleaf Whittier...

Good morning! Every morning we are greeted with song from a Carolina wren whose home must be very near our bedroom window. As the light has ...

I happened on this poem in my reading today. Seemed apt given our encounter with the four-footed fellow the other day. The Donkey B...

It's time for NaPoWriMo once again! National Poetry Writing Month, when poets are challenged to write a poem every day of the month. ...

In this house grief dwells, An unwanted boarder that follows me As I turn on lamps to chase away the lingering night I feel its brea...

It's another snowy day, with snow just peppering down. Even my dogs hesitate to go out these days; I think they've gone soft, ...

I have often mentioned the poet Ted Kooser in posts; from Iowa but currently I believe living in Nebraska, Mr. Kooser was our country...

Re-posting this from 2012. It still has relevance today: Christmas comes quietly in the mountains. There are no bells to hear, no rushi...

The frosty mornings of this week called to mind two of my favorite poems This first is by Robert Frost, perhaps not one of his most well-kno...

Ah, the month of love! I asked friends to send me their favorite love poems, and the first to arrive was this one, an Irish classic. Ae...

Last month at Allegheny Echoes, our creative writing class took a field trip to the Cranberry Glades, a unique ecological area atop one of t...