A Study of Autumn

“Ron, you just would not believe all the neighbors I saw walking this morning,” I said to my husband this morning. “It is the first day of fall and people I had not seen for months were outside doing all kinds of chores.” He chuckled and poured us both a cup of coffee. “Happy Autumn,” he said.

We walked outside to the patio and sat down to watch the birds slinging seed from the bird feeder. It was shady at the back of our house and the patio was partly in shade and sun from the neighbor’s bordering tree line. It was a lovely place to enjoy the morning. The dogs sauntered out and plopped down to enjoy the warmth of the sun on the concrete.

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“The difference between summer and fall is strange here in Pensacola,” I said to him simply. “Remember when we lived in Montana?” “One day it was summer and warm, and the next day a storm would blow in from Canada and we would have snow on the ground?” “That was a difference you could tell immediately,” I reminded him.

“Oh I remember,” said Ron. “That was wood chopping season.” “Dustin and Jake would come over and we would rent a log splitter and chop wood and stack it for days,” he replied. “That wood sure helped us keep warm in those brutal Montana winters.” I smiled remembering good friends and happy times.


“Florida seems to be the opposite of Montana,” I quipped. “In Montana, everyone hibernates in their homes from October through May because of the cold and snow.” “Here, in Florida we tend to hibernate from June through September because of the heat and humidity,” I told him laughing at the analogy.

“That is so true,” said Ron laughing at my little comparison. “One thing Montana never had even in the summer is the beach!” “How about we take the day off and head over to Perdido Key?” he asked. “Temperatures at the beach today are only going to be 82 degrees.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I answered. The dogs were already at the back door ready to leap into the car.



Writing 101 suggested we focus today’s post on the contrast between two things. The twist? Write the post in the form of a dialogue.  This is my contribution to that theory.

Thanks for visiting me on this first day of Autumn!  Get outside if you can Smile

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The American Way

The American Way

Ronovan’s Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge gave us the words:  DRIVE and PSYCHO to work with this week.  Remember anyone can participate in this challenge.

I live in the South and politics is a favorite pastime for everyone but me!  I could not resist poking fun.

Ronovan Weekly Haiku ChallengeBadge provided by DazzlingWhimsy.

Thanks for visiting again today.  It was good seeing you!

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Connie and Ling

Today in Writing 101, you’ll write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.

I adore my morning walks, especially now that autumn is imminent and the temperatures are lowering. I usually start out with my two trusty side-kicks, Sugar and Spice, my Pomeranians. They are sisters and almost eleven years old now. I think they are more passionate about our morning walks than I am. It appears there is something magical about their Mom having to clean up after them that makes them such happy dogs.

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The surrounding area near my house is rather rural however, our housing area is not, and contains around 70 homes. We have a paved circular street which makes walking the dogs a breeze. For me, it is rather constricting and gets boring.

After the dogs have had their jaunt, I grab my weights (5 lbs. in each hand) and off I go for my walk. We have a rural road that runs adjacent to our housing area that borders a Navy helicopter practice field. It is a great walk and totals three miles. There is an abundance of wild life, birds, horses, and occasionally a snake shares the road with me.


Most mornings I meet up with my two new friends in the neighborhood, Connie and Ling. The two women are sisters-in-law, as their husband’s are brothers. They are both Chinese, and I enjoy their company. Sometimes the language barrier makes for some interesting conversations. Nevertheless there is always plenty of laughter to make up for it.

Connie is the older of the two women. Her English is quite good because she has lived in the United States for many years. She is a thin woman with ramrod straight legs. Her graying hair is cut short and bounces when she walks.  It fits her personality.

Connie is always happy. Her smiles have lit up many a gloomy morning walk for me. Her eyes crinkle in at the corners when that smile spreads across her face. She carries two 5 lb. weights also because strength training helps battle osteoporosis. Believe me, I took her motherly advice!

Connie walks once in the morning and then again after work with her husband, Michael who works in an office all day. Connie still works fulltime at the local airport. She told me in China, her 80-year-old parents walk six miles a day! I have learned much from Connie and her culture.

Ling is about a year younger than I am. English is difficult for her to speak but, in spite of this our friendship grew. She is a tiny, short woman with black hair turning silver just like mine. Ling became a grandmother this year when her daughter had a little boy.

Recently, she has been pushing the baby in his push-chair or stroller around the neighborhood. She tells him I am his Auntie. I am greatly honored by this. In addition, her grandson is gorgeous! Lucky for him, he will learn Chinese and English. Ling knows French too, and she said she will teach him that also!

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I have enjoyed learning about China from each of these new friends. We have no pretense between us women; we just simply enjoy each other’s company. On September 8, 2014, Connie gave me some moon cakes to try for the Chinese Moon Festival celebrated that day. Here is the link to the story of the Moon Festival if you are interested.  The Moon Cakes were delicious!

Connie says there are so many legends to remember. I love listening to her tell those stories from long ago. Ling will interrupt her and tell her in Chinese if she does not get the story just right.  We three women have swapped vegetables from our gardens over the telling of many of these stories. I am so grateful for these two wonderful women who have become my new friends.  They have enriched my life with their culture and friendship.  Thank you Connie and Ling!

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Moon cakes photo credit: echinacities.com

Thanks for visiting with me today.  It was good seeing you!

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How Do I Promote Peace? With Tolerance…

How Do I Promote Peace?


I ask myself this question every month now as part of the Bloggers for Peace monthly challenge found at Every Day Gurus.com.

This month I have chosen to promote tolerance.  Today is the International Day of Peace.  Help promote peace within your own heart.

Thanks for visiting.  I enjoy seeing you all again.

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Pixel Prose Challenge–Montana Autumn


Fall stealthily creeps from the base of the mountains

to the tips of the trees with a frosty morning greeting.

The air, crisper now, sparkles in the dew as

fluffy clouds stretch thinly over the blue.

Deepening shadows broaden and

distend, lengthening into

Autumnal snows.

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Montana Autumn is my contribution to Amanda’s Unique Art Chic’s Weekly Challenge:

Amanda says,

A unique weekly challenge designed to inspire creativity from both photographers and writers. Everyone is welcome.”

“The concept is very simple: Use the photograph that most inspires you – then add your prose. This can consist of any form of text. Word art, quotes, poetry, haiku, rhyme, short fiction etc.

Choose your own theme – this will free you up to use your creativity to its fullest – with the photograph you feel most inspired by. Create with your photography, edit your photographs as much or as little as you want – you decide!

Providing you have added words to your image, there is no reason why you can’t enter the challenge from other forms of social media such as Instagram, Facebook, Flickr etc. Note: You will need the URL of the actual image and not your account.

The challenge will run Sunday to Sunday approx 12 pm GMT. Entries can be posted anytime during the week.

A really great feature with the challenge is that viewers can see all the feature images side by side. Clicking the blue frog allows you to both view and add your own entry

It gets better
When you include the inLinkz code in your own post, you will get the frog too! This means your readers can also see all the feature images and join in.

If you’ve never used InLinkz before feel free to ask questions, see the written guide or watch the video help guide.

In the interest of promoting the challenge, and to ensure viewers can see the other entries, please follow all the steps given.


  1. Create a new post and title it Pixel Prose Challenge + your post title
  2. Tag your post Pixel Prose Challenge
  3. If you create your entry on other social media sites, (or share your post to them) the hash tag is #pixelprosechallenge
  4. Link your post URL to the inLinkz grid, selecting your inspired photo/feature image.
  5. Copy and paste the inlinkz code in your own post
  6. Display the Pixel Prose logo on your post or sidebar

Thanks for visiting with me this Sunday.  I enjoy seeing you!

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An Average Girl


She was a typical kind of girl,

just an ordinary, run of the mill kind of girl.

Nothing fancy, nothing elegant, simply her.

She had a common job as a cocktail waitress

earning her living at the usual kind of bar -

serving men who treated her cruel.

In her regular way she battled the demons of her past.

They drove her on in her average same old existence,

and it became ordinary to her.

She had been a typical kind of girl,

just an ordinary, run of the mill kind of girl.

Now she was lost, mediocre, barely adequate –

a below average kind of girl.

In mediocrity she dwells,

all alone in the bowels of life.

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This poem is in response to Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt which was to use the word “average.” We were to use it as our theme or try to stick the word in somewhere. It’s up to you. Have at it!  EVERYONE CAN PARTICIPATE IN THIS CHALLENGE:


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Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!

Thanks for visiting.  I always love hearing from each and every one of you!

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The Leaving


I cried when you made the choice to leave.

I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again –

ever in that same way.

I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms

blowing in the heavy air.

I knew our time was past, our days were gone.  We were through.

I sighed and let the memories of you flow like a gentle rain

all tears and forever pain.

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Thanks for visiting.  It is always a pleasure to spend some time with you!

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The Envelope

I ran after the trash blowing in the wind down the path at the back of my house.  I picked up as much trash as possible  while cramming it into another trash bag as I surveyed the bushes on each side of me.  It seemed like I was the only one who ever took the trash out to be picked up by the trash men.  My husband certainly did not.  He was on another one of his working trips far from home.

The wind howled again as another gust blew papers and a dirty coffee filter further down the trail.  I am going to be late for work, I thought.  I do not have time for this today!  I kept on though.  I just did not want to leave the path strewn with papers and banana peels.  It just wasn’t right.

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Finally I retrieved the rest of the trash in a pile of dry leaves swirling  in the wind.  I looked up and there on the tree in front of me was an envelope plastered against the trunk, blown there from the wind.  I went over to the tree and snatched at the envelope realizing that it was not my name on the front, but my husband’s.  Something  inexplicable drew me to this envelope.

I knew that I should not open this envelope as it was not mine; but in spite of this, I tore it open anyway.  It was a credit card receipt for the Motel 6 down the road.  My husband had gotten a king size bed for two and a full bar with room service last Saturday night.  The total of the bill came to $225.79.

I looked at the name on the receipt again and again.   Time seemed to slow down and stand still.  The name and credit card information was my husband’s!  I wrestled with this new bit of information.  He had been out of town last Saturday – working.  Again.

Now I knew the truth.  He had been cheating on me!  I felt like I could not breathe and I gasped for air.  I read the receipt over and over again.  Tears flowed from my eyes.  This hurt was deep.  I felt raw and exposed while these naked emotions shook me.  I just stood there with the wind blowing the remaining bits of trash around me in a circle.


My cell phone rang shrilly in my pocket.  I answered the best I could with tears streaming down my face.  My voice was cloaked with emotion.  It was the Highway Patrol.  They regretted to inform me that my husband had been killed in a car wreck on the interstate yesterday.  They had tried to reach me this morning however, no one was home.

I thanked the officer on the phone and just stood there, rooted to the ground.  My husband was gone. Dead! Killed in a car crash.  If I had not found that motel receipt I would have never known what a cheating, lying, bastard I had married.

I tore up the motel receipt into tiny shreds and let the wind carry them away from me.  I wished I had never opened that envelope.  I walked toward my house, all the while mentally preparing myself to plan a funeral for a cheater.

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Thanks for visiting!  This short story was part of my Writing 101 assignment and is around 550 words:

“You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.”


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