10 Things of Thankful

March 29, 2026

Hello again, Hagar here.

On the to-do list Cale left for me I see there’s a prompt, “Ten Things of Thankful”–so I’ll get on that right away.  However, I’ll only be linking to Misky’s post (not up for doing Mr Linky).  https://misky.uk/2026/03/28/ten-things-of-thankful/

I’m grateful for Spring, even if it’s a tad chilly–it arrived speedily here, and some things are better when hurried along.

Also grateful for Public Domain images on wikipedia such as, Vincent van Gogh’s “Almond Blossoms”–used for current header image on this site.

It’s nice to be here as Cale’s substitute, not too scary yet, so I’m thankful to be offered a turn at the wheel.

Very grateful for Holy Week, an emotional time on the Church calendar.

On topic, I’m most grateful for JESUS, that He chose me out of a crowd of better candidates.  To be saved, and deeply loved as a “daughter”–it’s nothing short of miraculous that He’s my Lord.

Friendship is a gift I’m thankful for each day–to have a few people to share the dailyness of life with, in deserts and on mountaintops, is no small thing.  We are blessed to bear each other’s burdens with patient non-judgmental compassion–not everyone’s fit for the calling.

I’m grateful for “little things”…we never know how God may use them for His big plans.

I’m thankful for free movie streaming.

And microwave popcorn, even if it does turn me into a stick of butter with popcorn hair…I’ll look like my grandma!

I’m grateful I know WHOSE I am, and that my future is well secured–it irons out a lot of stress, I don’t have to be super-smart about everything.

Thanks to all who visited today, may God bless you bountifully✝

Hagar🕯

Hello from Hagar

March 28, 2026

Hello, I’m Hagar, and I’ll be taking the helm here for a spell, in Cale’s absence.  She and I are close friends, and she has previously posted some of my poetry here–but otherwise I’m new to blogging.

She gave me a “to-do” list, and I’ll try my best–please don’t over-expect.

I’ve made a few changes in decor (with her permission), and I’ll get around to blogs, and write posts as time allows–this is Holy Week, so things are busy.

Thank you for your patience, may God richly bless all who visit during this interim gig.

Hagar

The Once Upon a Time Girl

March 27, 2026

Once upon a time

there was a girl

who liked to write…

teachers exclaimed

over her talent

some of them

were scared

by her stories

so for a while

she wrote only

“nice” stories

and readers

found them

tiresome…

one day she

stopped writing

anything

disappeared

in winds of

dolorous March…

if you chance to see

snippet of words

rush by, scattered

amid leaves Autumn

left behind

don’t give them

second thought

they may be mere

lost spirit

of story she forgot…

Sentinel Crow

March 27, 2026

Same sentinel crow

takes his post, narrow rooftop

surveys gray stillness

knows March is all deception

lifting wings, he’ll file report

~ Cale

March Ruckus

March 26, 2026

Sharp scent portentous

Wind’s kicking up a ruckus

leaves, wildlife scatter

but memories–no, never

Madness knits, soon drops stitches

~ Cale

Mercurial March ~ 6SS

March 26, 2026

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2026/03/25/its-thursdays-six-sentence-story-blog-hop-64/

Ahh…in the rustling wind I hear stories, lots of  ’em, and they’re all 6-sentence perfection.  Click the link above, if you’re unfamiliar with this weekly writing challenge hosted by Denise.  You’ll find all the information there, meet the crowd of fine authors–and be invited to write your own 6-sentence story–Yes!  Her briliant prompt this week is “MARCH”!

~♥~

March is widely considered a mercurial month, and Lorelei had followed suit: tearful, insatiable passion, wistful sighs, singing as she cooked, and distant–all in one day, or worse, within an hour.

But she was calm as Richard pointed to the vacant school, where his first contact in the town had been with the last remaining teacher–who’d seemed normal, friendly enough; the teacher and students were gone, and the building now served as an all-purpose auditorium for town meetings, rummage sales, receptions and various exhibitions.

“Tell Judd about the kids”, Lorelei urged, “how, prior to your arrival, there were no more children being born.”

Judd watched Richard’s face for any ‘tells’ of dissembling or outright lies–Lorelei’s request seemed to rock him just a bit, but he shrugged, grinned, said, “small town, ageing population–there wasn’t anything to offer young families looking for a place to settle, after the last graduating class moved on”–he shrugged again.

Aware the detective side of his brain was tracking, Judd took up where Lorelei left off: “wasn’t there considerable illegal drug business going on under cover of the fortune teller’s shop…she was allegedly the middle man; and the spate of suicides–teenagers; and a murdered girl, also allegedly connected to the fortune teller…her trade in love potions and curses, etc–am I right?”

Richard’s expression became strained–“perhaps you’ve acquired more information than I possess, Judd; I came here after all the ‘alleged’ was past history–and I was targeted by folks who couldn’t let go of myths and mysteries so convoluted that they were suspicious of a stranger coming in, quite innocently, to write a book that had nothing whatever to do with their town and residents–I only wrote about them after I’d narrowly escaped death; now, I’d really like to show you some of the nicer points here, if you’re interested”…to which Judd backed off, smiled an apology, and gestured for Richard to lead on.

~ Cale