Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Ten, Friday, August 28, 2020


Chapter Ten

Mom got a phone at noon. It was my brother,


The news was not good, Mom’s grand-dog, and my bestest buddy, Zookie Brown passed away.

Zookie and I were great friends.

When Zookie and Bella got to stay with us, Zookie always slept with me.  Bella would sleep with Mom on the bed, but Zookie slept with ME!

Zookie was 20 years old.

Mom said she was very glad that Bella and Zookie got to stay with us while their Mom and Dad moved to Montana.

It was the last time we all got to be together, Bella, Mom, Dad, Zookie, and I.

When Mom and I were coming back from being ‘out-on-the-farm’ we saw a Sun Dog.

Somethings are hard.  Saying good-bye is one of those hard things.

But I think…this is just what I think, but I think,  that was really Zookie saying everything is fine, here over the rainbow bridge.

Good-bye, Little Buddy.  Good-bye.

A Connection Near and Far—-Wednesday, August 28, 2019

(from Pinterest)

Sara from Punkin’s Patch and I decided to plant some buckwheat this year—Sara planted at least two varieties, but I only planted one.

At first, I didn’t think I was going to like it—the blooms were tiny and small and well, just insignificant.

But, over time I’ve changed my mind.  I would most recommend pink buckwheat, its a most beautiful plant.

From my world to your heart,


Drops of Sunlight—Tuesday, August 28, 2018

I find it ever so much fun to turn on my computer each morning and find within a email message from a friend.

There one was….From Kate: in that land of the Kiwi—

We just had a 15 minute shower of rain, our first for 2 months. It didn’t last long, but it was long enough to produce this:”  Kate
There hanging in the stormy sky of indigo clouds; sparkled a rainbow!
A perfect way to start my day!
Thank you so much, Kate!

From my world to your heart,


When Time Is Still—-Sunday, August 28, 2016

Early-Morning-1There is a time, within each day, when time seems to stand still

SunriseThat point when everything waits— for just that moment, that pure moment of breathlessness


When the sun breaks forth into a new day

Mountains-1The joy reverberating clear into our blood.


Then the minutes and hours of the day takes over —with lists of ‘things to do’ and ‘stuff to get done’ and the people ‘who need’


But, If we just stop and look we can have that moment of balance we all crave…

Almost-a-RainbowA pause—


Gradually time slows

Sun-breakAnd all those things that thronged our seconds, minutes and hours become still… For just a moment.


Then the night rises up to claim it’s fair share of time.

From my world to your heart,