BurningbirdRecovered from the Wayback Machine. I had books to ship out to friends and family and took them to the local mail service shop. As the counter person was typing in the shipping information, I asked about several boxes next to the counter, all with Australian addresses. It would seem that an American living in […]
T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; (Well, there was a mouse once. Name of George, married to a nice little brown field mouse named Alice. Last Christmas, George and Alice went caroling at the neighbor’s. There they were, singing Jingle Bells in […]
had a nice long walk at Tower Grove park today. The conditions were about perfect: sunshine, cold, and soft white snow. I must be a simple woman, with simple tastes, because there are few things I enjoy more than a winter walk. Few people were about, so I could stop as I wished and explore […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I woke up this morning and looked out the window to streets white with snow. Now I feel in the mood for the holidays. Not enough to shop or decorate or anything, but a winter holiday mood nonetheless. I went looking for my version of “Twas the Night Before Christmas” […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Another posting from last year, wrote while looking out on palm trees and bare streets, walkers in shorts. This year, I repost these words while looking out at white flakes falling past my window, covering the ground. What is it about falling snow that makes one reflective, somehow wistful and […]