For the past few weeks, Josie has been very interested in this eating thing she sees her family doing. She's watched us and moved her mouth as if she were chewing and even made grabs at plates of food. Now that she is six months old, she is getting introduced to solids and Saturday night was the first time.
The glory of full Autumn is past but a few trees are still holding to their bright leaves -- and they are spectacular as they flare up amidst the gray trunks and dark bare branches of the woods.
How far that little candle throws its beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
It's a naughty world, all right. Maybe we all, not just Boy Scouts, should try to do a good deed every day.
Call a Congressman, volunteer, smile at a stranger, help someone somehow, support a charity, pick up a piece of litter,
put the shopping buggy back thoughtfully, be patient with someone who makes you impatient, make something for someone . . . there are so many good deeds waiting to be done . . . waiting to make our world shine bright.
Green door and shutters beneath a curving tile roof,
And wake to the beat of swans' wings
And the honey fragrance of blooming flowers.
I could live in a house behind a wall
Where peacocks pace amid strange blooms
And tall trees like lilac clouds soar above the chimneys.
From the three little attic windows, I can see everything And hear the peacocks' cries.
I could live in a happy yellow house
With gables and dormers and a vine growing up the side.
When snow lies on the roof, I will imagine
The purple of the wisteria against the yellow wall in Spring.
I could live in a house with many-paned windows,
Chimneys and odd finials and a balustered wall.
When the moon sinks low and the snow grows deep,
I will wrap a red muffler round the poor statue,
Shivering in its icy niche.
I could live in a witchy house, tall and brooding,
With a shop on the bottom floor.
Here will I sell herbs and simples,
Potions and lotions for the villagers
Who visit me only by night.
I came across this site HERE that features vintage shelter magazine covers and fell in love with these illustrations. I don't know who the artist is (or if there are several artists) but my imagination took wing. You should really zoom in on each one to see all the charming details.
Josie and her parents were at the beach last week. How much she has changed in that short time! Much more vocal, much more interested in her surroundings, wanting to grab things, trying to put CoryCat's tail in her mouth. She gets up on hands and knees, rocks back and forth, then lunges forward after whatever it is she wants. But she can tell you about her day . . .
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I'm the author of The Elizabeth Goodweather Full Circle Farm Appalachian Mysteries from Bantam Dell. The series includes SIGNS IN THE BLOOD (LA MONTAGNE DES SECRETS in France), ART'S BLOOD, (LE SECRET DES APPALACHES in France,) OLD WOUNDS,IN A DARK SEASON (Anthony Nominee, Best PBO), and UNDER THE SKIN. There's also THE DAY OF SMALL THINGS (a spinoff/standalone)chronicling the unexpected life story of Miss Birdie, one of Elizabeth's neighbors.
Currently I have just completed a historical novel, dealing with a massacre in my county during the Civil War.
I came to this weird business late (my first novel was published in 2005) and am still trying to figure it out.
As my novels are set in a place much like my real life home, I thought I'd use this blog to share pictures of our farm and county. I've been blogging for nearly nine years now, on an almost daily basis, and the topics have ranged from writing, chickens, food, books, quilts, flora and fauna of all sorts, to the occasional tiny rant. There's no plan, but there are lots of pictures.
There's more information about me and my books on my web site: http://vickilanemysteries.com/