Author: Alyce Faye Bragg

Summer was dying; they all agreed. It was evident in the pallor of her early morning fogs, and in the

O, suns, and skies, and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October’s

The Golden Delicious apples are being picked on farms in Clay County, sending housewives for their cookers, pans and paring

September is such an in-between month—not quite summer and not quite fall. It is the tail end of summer, as

September sings her plaintive melody as she enters our hills, putting summer to flight and bringing cooler weather. The humming

The days are growing a little shorter and in summer’s melody there can be heard a sad note of fall

“If the first week of August is unusually warm—the coming Winter will be snowy and long.” “For every fog in

Midsummer heat beams down upon the hills now, and we are surrounded by green hills, green meadows and green lawns.

Hot and full-blown, summer comes breathlessly into the hills. She blows her sultry breath over the countryside, coaxing the gardens

Our hills simmer under July heat, as the sun beats down relentlessly upon humans and animals alike. Hound dogs hunt

Fathers come in all sorts of shapes and sizes—short, tall, curly hair, no hair, old, young, skinny, stout, etc.—but one

Spring is getting ready to depart from our hills, while summer is impatiently waiting to make her appearance. With the

Honeysuckle vine, with its yellow and white flowers and sweet fragrance, has always bloomed on the banks of Clay at

The mild days of May that we have always looked forward to and loved, have been blown in by strong

We woke up to a green world this morning. Seemingly overnight, new green leaves were sprouting on the trees, while

The voice of spring is awakening the land after the long, cold sleep of winter. She whispered first to the

Our hills bask in warm sunshine today as we get a foretaste of lovely spring weather. Blue skies stretch above

Rain falls today out of a sullen, gray sky, to swell the creek and gush into Elk River, by the

Blue skies and bright sunshine are highlighting our day, although the air is quite brisk. Little signs of the coming

The sun is shining benevolently down on our West Virginia hills today and all is calm and peaceful. A male

Soon will be Valentine’s Day, and flowers and boxes of candy will be flying through the air. Valentine’s Day is

The first week of our brand new year is already marching into the past, although the mild temperatures and blue

Recently was the anniversary of an infamous day in our American history; the day that Pearl Harbor was bombed. I

The warm days that we experienced in October may have been called Indian summer, but according to the Old Farmer’s

This is a true Thanksgiving story, and one that is dear to my heart for we knew the principal characters

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

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

I heard the katydids tolling your death knell last night. In fact, the lonely, haunting dirge has sounded out for

I loved cold winter nights when I was a little girl. After the dishes were washed and put away, the

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