Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Mid-December Rain

These lines from poet Robert Frost are appropriate today:

My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be. . . .

The nation has, of course, experienced great sorrow from Friday's Sandy Hook shootings. And today was indeed a dark day of late-autumn rain—the first rainy day we've had in ages. Because our water level is way below normal, the rain was welcome.

Rain dripped from cedar branches . . .

. . . and besoddened the fallen leaves in the woods.

But, in almost winter, a forsythia branch bore yellow blossoms. 

Even on a bleak mid-December day, there's a promise of spring.


Blogger CountryDew said...

We desperately need rain. My forsythia have a few blooms, nothing quite like that, though.

7:54 AM  

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