Karen Dums

Since we live in the great Northwoods of Wisconsin the grass in our yard has been trod by many a critter. Seems there's always one type or another walking through.

At our house we get a newspaper called the Agri-View. It's a farm paper, filled with farm-related information and sales offerings.

When we built the house where we now live for that first year we didn't have a yard. Or I should say we didn't have a lawn — you know the thing with grass — just dirt.

As shoppers in the present day we get many items via truck delivery. There's the familiar brown UPS van, the Fed-Ex truck, the Spee-Dee delivery van and probably more I'm not thinking of.

I'm a sucker for wind chimes. Not necessarily the little tinkly ones, but the ones that actually strike musical notes.

My childhood didn't find me getting scolded over-much. I was a pretty well-behaved kid. Spankings were rare indeed. But there was the occasional talking-to, usually by Mom.

Well, the biggest event in the nation is now past and I missed it. Oh. The USA's 250th birthday party? Nah, I celebrated that locally.

Prompts. They can be a cure for writer's block. At least get the writing juices flowing so you get something on the paper.

It’s true. I enjoy parades, large and small. When I was a kid one of my favorite things to do on Thanksgiving Day was to watch the Macy’s parade. One

Now that would make for a nifty song lyric, wouldn’t it? Oh wait, it’s already been used in a love gone wrong country song.