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Linda Raha's Writing Corner
A New Year dawns - I remember when I was a little girl my parents arrived home on New Year's Eve bearing gifts. In the morning, we would find pretty gold streamers, a medley of horns, and wind-up noise-makers. How I loved to parade about the house, a merry band of my own making. The
Long before Thanksgiving this year, I decorated an 'Autumn tree' in our entryway. I have never had an Autumn tree before, but it seemed like a good way to welcome the holidays. I ordered a selection of autumnal ornaments and decorated the tree with white lights and festive bows. In a season where the leaves
Carter's Mountain, Charlotteville, Virginia. Follow Carter's Mountain trail to the orchard for seasonal fruit picking...You can also visit the lovely country store and bakery. One of the special treats they offer is apple cider doughnuts. So good! (You can buy apples already picked or go into the orchard to gather your own.) Michie Tavern Mitchie
The wind is playing in the trees... I love to hear that sound. The wind stirs, and the branches sway, each instrument perched just so. If all the world were a forest, how peaceful it might be. We enter a cathedral, and music floods the room, flittering birds, and fluttering leaves, filling every pew. Still,
The rains have come cleansing the earth washing this lovely green canvas speckled with early autumn's yellow leaves. It is a blur today through the rain-streaked windows; summer is fading and autumn is making her debut. My Hibiscus is happy, so much rainwater nurturing this tropical beauty with flaming red flowers. It is so very
Yellow leaves and golden sun... The September trees are set in a halo of light. Yellow flowers, like little stars sit upon the pumpkin vines just waiting to be pumpkins. It is too early for all of that... There is bliss in the September garden summer flowers holding on as if summer would never end.
I think sometimes that June is just a wisp of a thing... No sooner does it begin before there is the countdown to the Fourth of July. It is the month of weddings and graduations and parties on green, grassy lawns. And so it is, the days slip by, fields of yellow buttercups in the
The dizzy dance of days gone by... ripples in a deep blue sea. Like soft spun glass the memories shimmer. Morning comes so gracefully in summer... The wind whispers in soft snippets. I like to listen...there might be something I need to hear. The hydrangeas are enchanting, dreamy puffs of petals pink, and blue, and
I love the pink clouds in the morning... Cotton candy in the sky! It is a day at the fair upon the sea. My husband and I just returned from a cruise to the Carribean. We were blessed with good weather, and we visited a number of islands. My favorite was St. Lucia because of
The door to spring is open now. It is as if it arrived on the wings of a butterfly. I feel the flutter in my soul of better things to come. A new day dawns with the brushstroke of soft light flickering within... Oh, can it be that the tender wings have set us free?
