Echo From the Hills

I lost my oldest friend the day after Thanksgiving. She was six years old when I became aware of her. My birthday fell in August, and hers...

As we prepare the food for the Thanksgiving feast, the mind keeps drifting back to earlier times; Thanksgivings of long ago.  Mom would start the...

Is this our Indian summer? The warm days that we experienced in October may have been called Indian summer, but according to the Old...

  All day my heart has been on Hickory Knob. As I stepped outside and the rich, earthy smell of fall wafted toward me, I...

October is spinning out her days of gold under the deep blue skies of autumn. Summer is gone, taking with her the wildflowers that...

Fall weather is trying hard to enter our hills, with a few premature yellowing leaves drifting down from trees that are beginning to look...

The Katydids were hollering loudly last night, just as they have been for awhile.  Their quarrelsome din echoes back and forth as they declare,...

Autumn seems to have stretched forth her hand and is displaying her beautiful flowers in our hills. The official date on the calendar is...

Our hills simmer under July heat, as the sun beats down relentlessly upon humans and animals alike. Hound dogs hunt for shade under automobiles or porches, while humans seek their air-conditioned homes. Those who...

Midsummer steams along, hot and humid, as July spins out her dreamy days.  Honeybees hum as they visit flowers, gathering nectar and pollen for...

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