Word Weaver

12/10/2023

08/10/2022

Let the digging begin!

08/06/2020

Well, my writing just got kicked into high gear. Hosting Barn Noire....a take on Noire at the Bar....so must start writing darkly in order to participate.

Here's hoping I don't freak myself out in the process of writing.

08/04/2020

I thought I would share a little something different on here. Normally I reserve this space for my fabric fun, but here's a little piece I wrote a while ago.

John Deere

“That’s a pretty nasty bruise you got there.”

Lena looked at the officer and down at her leg. The black and blue was yellowing at the edges. Her eyes moved to his. “Yep.”

She faced the counter and scooped leaves into the teapot, poured in water from the kettle, replaced the top and moved it to the table.

Silence shrouded the bright winter morning.

Lena settled at the table. Tea steeping between them.

Constable Rocker asked, “So, how’d you get that bruise?”

Lena picked up the mug she’d fill with her tea when it was ready and twirled the piece of pottery in her hand. Her mind recalling the days of driving into town and taking pottery classes while Frank was away for work.

Silence.

Faintly Lena said, “I can’t recall.”

“You’d be apt to remember what caused that big a mark. It must have hurt.”

Lena rose from the table and looked out the back door window. Her back to him she gazed out the window. “A lot of things hurt out here.” Then, turned to him asking “How long do you think they’ll be?”

They switched positions. She resumed her table seat he moved to look through the back window. “Could be an hour, maybe more. The EMTs prioritize calls out here when the weather is this bad. So…”

“Well, best they rush to someone they can save.” Lena stated rolling her rosary beads between callused fingers.

Constable Rocker continued looking at where Lena’s husband’s legs protruded from under his pride and joy. She told Frank that selling her Buick to buy a new John Deere snowplow would be the death of him.

07/15/2019

Barn is getting prettified.

06/16/2019

An upcycled desk, a chair from a friend and beautiful views. The perfect space to put some words on the page. I hope I am worthy and wordy.

06/03/2019

Not much time for sewing or writing...spent the weekend mowing and barn door raising!!

06/01/2019

First it was snow, then rain, now smoke. C’mon Mother Nature! I’ve been reducing reusing recycling and even the staff at Tim’s recognize my go cup. Just take your happy pills and play nice for a while when we’re heading out to our prairie paradise. .

05/25/2019

Buy local. Support further education. Done!

05/19/2019

Wide open spaces, blue skies and a barn fridge. This is my idea of a great May long weekend. 💖.