A Ghost Story & a UFO
"A UFO? No! You're kidding, in the Blue Ridge Mountains?"
"You bet: no street lights, no sidewalks to roll up. Country folk go to bed early and on nights of howling wind, things can get eerie. One late evening when my mom was visiting, she went out to watch the stars and just about croaked: A something or other, flat-ish and circular, was hovering over my neighbor's hilltop, three colors of lights pulsing around the rim!"
"How could you stand it by your lonesome? You don't mean a woman alone, doing a three-ring-circus organic farm?"
"Well, that's how it worked out, and I wouldn't trade anything for having known that life: heirloom fruit trees and honeybees, a pantry to dream on; black bear and Teddy Bear the elkhound, cattle and goats and baa-baa sheep, flowers and deep woods and sweet cool mornings in the back of the beyond... I lost my heart to the beauty of the mountains and an Earth-Whisperer dream."
"Well, if you like a good story, here's a sneak preview..."
Woman, armed and dangerous
A ghost goes bump in the night
At the lip of the cornucopia
Creek baptism in a thunderstorm
Making old-timey molasses
Gardening tips, wild herbs, elixirs
Green-manure winter rye, or Roundup spray-it-dead?
Blue Danube Waltz
Matriarch mentor & true-blue friends
"Curl up with a cuppa and read-aloud kind of stories."