A Seasons Gush

Rain kissed and sun blessed, summer skedaddled into the West! Fresh winds comes next! Waving hello to Autumn’s breeze, fragrant and magnificent! Silvery droplets that pinged the roof, blown dry with an August gush! There is no hurry, absolutely no rush…hurricane winds may uproot trees and displace people, yet Winter’s frosty wet …..will once again…

Bronte Sisters

Quiet folks are busy with attentive ears, and noticing the rhythm, and whatever is praiseworthy.  They take note of what the talking heads say, and what the writers are penning. If in a public setting, they only insert what might be helpful. Highly observant, they bring a calm and offer a soft smile of appreciation…

The Dig

True stories fascinate us because they lead us into our own possibilities.  In a novel, we are intrigued by the mind of the author. Why these characters? Was the plot based on history? Yes. John Preston penned a story about the unearthing of the Sutton Hoo treasures.  Near the end of the second world war,…