Busy Wednesday

Posted By on May 1, 2013

The only pretty thing in my garden!

I thought I was way ahead of my own busy day. I’ve exercised and yanked a few weeds, cleaned the upstairs, washed bedding, and written a few hundred words. Sadly, I only use my phone as a clock/watch these days, and it’s an hour and seventeen minutes behind. Why an hour and seventeen minutes?

Anyway, I’m working on a new project that needs some deep thought, and we have company arriving today. I can’t stay to babble! Must work before the company arrives–and I just lost an hour and seventeen lovely work minutes!

But first… I’m going to drop in a few words. I always love when writers tempt me with a taste of some story!

The smoke that gave these mountains their name wound between trees decked out in orange and red and bronze leaves in the early morning. Emma Candler’s balding tires took the gravel drive under protest. She had just enough gas to climb to the top of Candler’s Hill, and probably not a drop of excess.


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