by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-1028 Siblings and cousins are playing in our connected backyards. The cousins from Ecuador are here on their extended spring visit. Being the good grandma that I am, I call them for a snack. I stand on our back porch, and as they run up, hand each one a cheese...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-1007 Photo: On the tarmac at ELP airport. Franklin Mountains rim the horizon. Bumping, we lumber along. Taking a broad right turn, we stop,motionless with our nose pointed north. With a sudden escalating roar, we launch forward like a rock from a boy’s...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-0930 If today gets difficult, I will remember—Slower mornings—The aroma of coffee brewing—Sweet sounds of songbirds—Sunlight flooding my east windows If today gets difficult, I will remember—The voices of those I love—Music...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-0923 I step out onto my back porch. In the darkness that precedes this mid-August dawn, I sip my coffee and savor the damp coolness that has drifted in from the sea and lifted the fragrance of fading lavender and blooming peppermint. I listen for chirping sounds...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-0909 There is a dry rustle of leaves parched from days of sun and hot temperatures. There is an aroma of fading roses mingled with sweet ripening pears. Green clover spreads across our browning grass. Honey bees drift from blossom to blossom, gathering the last...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, For Fun |
SOL25-0729 This post on social media triggered my memories of childhood road trips. You’ll want to get your second cup of coffee before you begin reading. I remember this kind of travel. Every summer we made a road trip from Attica, Indiana, back East to New...
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