by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 27. Spring after spring, our very old pear tree is like a gigantic fragrant bouquet. The old pear tree is loaded with white blossoms. Then after the blossom petals have dropped, tiny perfectly shaped green pears begin to appear. By the end of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 26 Branches scratching the sky, begging for a blanket of snow. EM is a delightful kindergartner. She likes pink and all things chocolate.EN, one of EM’s four older brothers,is a wise second grader.EM and EN are best buddies. On a winter...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 25. Entry from my Travel Journal. Sitting at the Gate 18A … will board my flight shortly. It’s raining… and I’m hoping weather doesn’t delay my flight. I hate getting into a place late at night… heading to...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 24 She was the littlest one, just four and a half years old. She had black curly hair that framed her face with ringlets. Her skin was smooth with olive tones, tanned and rosy from outdoor play. She still had some of her toddler chubbiness. It...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
I enjoy impromptu drives with my husband on pretty days. We were out and about doing some errands. The sky was clear. The sun was shining. We had time. So we headed south a bit to take a longer way home, driving through the veterans’ cemetery. Strange? Not when...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 22.Poetry Friday If you can dream and not make dreams your master;If you can think and not make thoughts your aim; . . .From “If–” by Rudyard Kipling I was digitally thumbing pages in a teacher book* from yesteryear: Poems...
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