by Carole Duff | Nov 22, 2021 | Faith, Family, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Saturday evening, after the sun set low over the Three Ridges, Keith and I sat down for dinner and, as usual, said a prayer, giving thanks for all our blessings. “Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful day and for the beauty of your creation. Thank you for bringing...
by Carole Duff | Nov 8, 2021 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Cato and Freya have been grieving, since Heathcliff died in June. Twelve-year-old Freya keeps mostly to herself, but three-year-old Cato has seemed lost. For a while, he refused breakfast, as Heathcliff had toward the end, and curled in his crate. Freya has done...
by Carole Duff | Nov 1, 2021 | Local or Human Interest, Nature |
“Internet’s down,” I said to Keith early Wednesday morning, initiating problem solving. All indicators showed connection, but the browser—as here—said otherwise. Keith rebooted the system but to no avail. So, I used my phone to email Firefly—to establish a written...
by Carole Duff | Oct 25, 2021 | Faith, Nature |
The oak tree was still, silent and motionless but for the wind, rustling the leaves, which had turned brown. The wind no longer challenged the tree to grow and strengthen itself. And, like the Tower of Pisa, the oak no longer stood straight but leaned precariously...
by Carole Duff | Oct 18, 2021 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
“Do you know what this is?” Keith pointed to something growing on the slope behind the dining deck. I set the steamed asparagus and the tomato, mozzarella, and fresh basil bruschetta on the table next to the steak Keith had grilled and walked over to take a look....
by Carole Duff | Sep 20, 2021 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
What is my purpose? “I don’t know what my purpose is anymore,” said the attractive middle-aged woman. We had struck up a conversation while standing outside Phenix Salon suites on Barracks Road. I was waiting for my hairdresser to come unlock the front door and let me...
