Author: Alyce Faye Bragg

It is amazing how a split second occurrence can alter a person’s life. Two days before Christmas, I was looking forward to Christmas Eve and our 59th anniversary. Also, I was running through my mind the menu for Christmas Day and the various . . . Read More

A half-hearted sun is trying to break through the clouds today and shine upon ground that is encrusted with snow. Cardinals are visiting the bird feeder, making a colorful spot of red in an otherwise bleak landscape. . . Read More

The brownness of November has enveloped our hills, with brown fields and meadows, and brown leaves scattered on the forest floor. The air is a little nippier, and mornings brings a coat of white frost and ice frozen in puddles. . . Read More

The first snow of the season came in the night this week and we awakened to a white world. The trees had stripped off their colorful autumn garments and put on cloaks of white. . . Read More

The little hobgoblins and miniature witches are gone for the year, still reveling in their booty and some nursing a stomach ache. Surely this must be the dentists’ favorite holiday. I’ve always enjoyed handing out candy to the neighborhood . . . Read More

We are wrapping up the tag ends of summer, hurrying to finish warm weather tasks, getting ready for the colder weather ahead. Just as the woodland animals are storing their food for winter days, we are also filling the potato bin, stocking the cellar . . . Read More

Autumn has rounded the corner and sent beautiful October weather to our hills. October gold is spread all over the landscape; gold that cannot be equaled even by the touch of King Midas. . . Read More

The little wild asters are making their appearance now, leaning over the creek as if watching the yellow leaves floating by. These are the blue-petaled flowers with yellow centers, probably the New England aster. . . Read More

Swinging on the porch swing in the gathering darkness. . . only the monotonous sound of the night bugs. . . tree frogs singing a sleepy good-night. . . an old song runs through the mind. . . Read More

Summer is dwindling down, with midsummer wild flowers holding court now. Yellow seems to be the dominant color, from the pale shade of the evening primrose to the tall stalk of the mullein. . . Read More

One of the sweetest compliments I have ever received since I began writing came in the form of a poem written by a new-found friend. It warms my heart, and makes me more thankful for my circle of friendship. . . Read More

One of the nicest pleasures in the summer is to sit on the porch swing in the early morning coolness and watch the day unfold. The sun has yet to peep out over Pilot Knob, and mist covers the deep hollows on the mountain. . . Read More

Heat simmers through our hills as the last week of June makes its exit. Mom always used the expression, “Hotter than the Fourth of July” so perhaps July sent her heat in advance. . . Read More

Summer weather exploded in our hills this past week, with hot days and mild nights, a real change from the frosty nights we endured just a short time ago. June spreads her flowered garments over the land, bringing roses, lacy white ash bushes and blushing . . . Read More

The last day of April dawned bright and sunny. Songbirds were warbling merrily; the purple lilac’s heavy blossoms wafted a heavenly scent across the yard, and vied with the lavender azalea bush for beauty. . . Read More