by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
The day is just beginning. I push the screen door open and step out onto my back porch to empty the trash. But instead I set the paper trash bag down and pause to take in the moment. The air is chilly and damp and full of the smell of mossy woods, and I breathe it in...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
I.Today I’m sharing a poem from one of my birthday cards, the one chosen by my 8-year-old grandson… “because Grandma likes poems.” A Poem for My Grandmaon Her BirthdayLike jelly needs toast,and cocoa needs mugs…Like cookies need...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life Tuesdays #190903. The air is dry, scented with fading lavender and blooming peppermint that lines my walkway. Pears and apples are falling, those that the squirrels haven’t already claimed. My rose bushes are still bearing buds, promising a few...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : August 23, 2016. A week of August is left. But the squirrels have already stripped the walnut tree of its fruit and buried it. At least that’s what my daughter and I think. Yesterday we stood under her old walnut tree, looking for any sign of...
