I know I've been gone a while, but not as long as some bloggers I know. During the last week and a half I've been busy, with my partners, moving our scrapbook store from one small Arizona town to the adjacent one. What a lot of work! Thank goodness for nice husbands and loyal friends.
Now, we're up and running, though, and love our new store. If you're ever in Star Valley, Arizona, stop in and say hey and buy a few pieces of scrapbook paper. Or an album. Or a page-making kit.
From her home in the forest, writer Marsha Ward offers up an eclectic collage of musings on life, insights into the writing process, sample scenes and snippets from her work, book spotlights, and author interviews. Now including "The Characters in Marsha's Head."
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Fauna
I was barely out of my neighborhood this morning on my way to work when a small deer ran into the access road. When it realized that a vehicle was coming toward it, it ran back into the trees. Poor little thing. As I drove by, it stood stock still, trying to hide from me, I'll bet. I wonder if it recovered enough to cross the road later. Something inside me hopes it didn't, because beyond the spit of land it was headed toward lies the highway.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Fog...
...is a cloud lover tiptoeing down the mountains to kiss the earth.
We've had several foggy days this past week, accompanying the rain. Nearly seven inches of the wet stuff has fallen in August, for which we're very grateful. The forests look bright and clean, the air shimmers with moisture, and the heavens rotate between hosting rainfilled black clouds, puffy white clouds, and brilliant blue skies.
My favorite sight has been the morning fog, settling into the verdant valleys between pine-crested hills, and cuddling up to the earth with wispy arms twisting around fragrant foliage.
We've had several foggy days this past week, accompanying the rain. Nearly seven inches of the wet stuff has fallen in August, for which we're very grateful. The forests look bright and clean, the air shimmers with moisture, and the heavens rotate between hosting rainfilled black clouds, puffy white clouds, and brilliant blue skies.
My favorite sight has been the morning fog, settling into the verdant valleys between pine-crested hills, and cuddling up to the earth with wispy arms twisting around fragrant foliage.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
A Random Thought
A fact from the Old West is that a cowboy didn't like to do any job that he couldn't accomplish from the back of a horse. If the foreman asked him to dig post holes for a new fence, he would grumble/swear about it all day long, although he usually would do the job, however reluctantly.
Today I switched pharmacies, mainly because my new choice has a drive-up window (as well as longer hours--it's even open weekends). You see, I don't want to get off my horse.
It takes a few minutes and extra effort to park, get out of my car, go into the store, stand in line, and pay for my purchase. How much simpler it is to stay in my car at the drive-up window!
Some things never change.
Today I switched pharmacies, mainly because my new choice has a drive-up window (as well as longer hours--it's even open weekends). You see, I don't want to get off my horse.
It takes a few minutes and extra effort to park, get out of my car, go into the store, stand in line, and pay for my purchase. How much simpler it is to stay in my car at the drive-up window!
Some things never change.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Rainbow
Yesterday afternoon I saw the rainbow again.
This isn't just your ordinary rainbow. Oh no! This one comes down from the clouds and rests right on my community, no matter which direction I'm traveling on the highway.
I first saw it a few weeks ago, bursting in brilliant ROYGBIV splendor through a curtain of gentle rain. How curious that its end didn't move as I twisted and turned along the road. When I arrived in my neighborhood, there it still was, tip resting this side of the hill to the east.
I've been half-heartedly looking for another place to live--one with a larger house, property attached, and room for a shed (or one already existing). Less than 800 square feet doesn't fit me and all my "stuff." While I recognize that much of my stuff is junk and paperwork for bygone projects, some of it is semi-necessary in my life. Some of it is even vital, thank you very much, like the food storage I have in a storage locker in Mesa, AZ. It won't fit in my little mobile home, even behind the sofa. And since the sofa is located in what the mobile home industry fondly calls a "pop-out," I have nightmares of the weight of 14 cases of food products tipping the place over. Probably irrational, but what writer thinks like a rational human being?
But I digress.
I've kinda discussed my housing dilemma with the Lord. I haven't gotten to the point of demanding that He show me the way yet, just throwing up a few timid "do you think I should move?" queries.
I regularly comb the real estate listings in my community, but since it has become a summer home and retirement destination, the availabilities are a bit out of my price range. Another community down the road about 5 miles has some possibilites. I keep looking at them, but I haven't contacted the listing agent to go examine them yet.
You see, this rainbow keeps showing up, with its end in my hamlet. Maybe the Lord is sending me a half-hearted message to stay put?
This isn't just your ordinary rainbow. Oh no! This one comes down from the clouds and rests right on my community, no matter which direction I'm traveling on the highway.
I first saw it a few weeks ago, bursting in brilliant ROYGBIV splendor through a curtain of gentle rain. How curious that its end didn't move as I twisted and turned along the road. When I arrived in my neighborhood, there it still was, tip resting this side of the hill to the east.
I've been half-heartedly looking for another place to live--one with a larger house, property attached, and room for a shed (or one already existing). Less than 800 square feet doesn't fit me and all my "stuff." While I recognize that much of my stuff is junk and paperwork for bygone projects, some of it is semi-necessary in my life. Some of it is even vital, thank you very much, like the food storage I have in a storage locker in Mesa, AZ. It won't fit in my little mobile home, even behind the sofa. And since the sofa is located in what the mobile home industry fondly calls a "pop-out," I have nightmares of the weight of 14 cases of food products tipping the place over. Probably irrational, but what writer thinks like a rational human being?
But I digress.
I've kinda discussed my housing dilemma with the Lord. I haven't gotten to the point of demanding that He show me the way yet, just throwing up a few timid "do you think I should move?" queries.
I regularly comb the real estate listings in my community, but since it has become a summer home and retirement destination, the availabilities are a bit out of my price range. Another community down the road about 5 miles has some possibilites. I keep looking at them, but I haven't contacted the listing agent to go examine them yet.
You see, this rainbow keeps showing up, with its end in my hamlet. Maybe the Lord is sending me a half-hearted message to stay put?
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