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 |
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 |
Winter is over; bring on spring with slow walks under a warm sun along a country path bordered by daffodils. Sounds sooooo good! Ah! Spring!How do you define spring?Days turn warmer with nights still chillyLeaves on trees begin again to growFlowers bloom to cheer...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Last weekend we had three days that were over 100. Saturday’s high was 108; Sunday’s was 112, and on Monday, we scorched at 116. The highest temperature ever recorded in Portland was 107 and that was three times–once in July 1965 and twice in August...
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...
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