Go away winter. Never mind the ink not flowing in the pens this morning, my fingers won’t move. I have to type everything in at least twice because my numb old fingers can’t find the right keys. Will this winter ever end! Homeless people are going to heaven for surviving this without any kind of… Continue reading Go Away Winter
Author: Maggie Turner
Indecisive Lion
Morning Installment Another working morning, thank goodness. This afternoon’s schedule includes a visit to the doctor for a prescription renewal and a wee bit of shopping; driving an hour there and an hour back at highways speeds. This morning I awoke to the roar of high winds, then it started to snow. The mercury is… Continue reading Indecisive Lion
March by Installment
Morning Installment The distant sky is pink with first light. Attila is making a lot of noise outside, with the snowblower, for which i am very grateful. Last night he removed the snow from my car, before we retired to our bed, so that this morning’s preparations for work will be minimized. It is the… Continue reading March by Installment
Buckets of Snow
First light is just coming into the sky, the brightness aided by new fallen snow draped across the horizontal in seductive softness. The tree branches, outlined in white, stretch wide to receive the the late winter snow that plummets from the sky, clinging on contact, quickly obscured as each desperate flake falls upon another. Another… Continue reading Buckets of Snow
Change of Scene
Snow all around us, coming down, blowing across, whipping up occasionally. It is so mild that great loads of snow plummet two stories to land with a great whumph!, as they slide from the metal roof. A good day to sit safe indoors. Which I have been doing a bit too much of lately, sitting… Continue reading Change of Scene