SunnyBrook Yarns

A Change of Seasons... Most mornings and most evenings I pass a tiny one-room Amish schoolhouse on my route to and from work.  In the summer...

Rainy Morning The colors of the world on an overcast day are so much deeper and stronger than when the sunshine is bright.   It's a rai...

Looking Through the Curve I love motorcycles.  I didn't always, but I fell in love with them a few years back, when I was forty-four y...

Summer Thunderstorm... Last Friday evening, there was a thunderstorm here.  It had been quite dry for a little while, and very hot as well,...

In Pursuit of Clarity... A few days ago, I made a blog entry titled This Was My Sister .  You can read it by clicking the title.  The inten...

I Write Like... This is a new phenomenon on the Internet, where one can paste a sample of one's writing and it is analyzed to compare i...

This Was My Sister... I have never been in this world without a sister. Mine is ten years older than I, and I can say with some surety that...

My Boy! I do love this face... He spent a night and a day with me last week, and we had a fine time.  We weeded the garden, and he sang to...

Ch-ch-ch-changes.... I work here now. I still work for the same family, but they just bought this store and made me the manager of it.  It...

And now, for something completely different... Here's a little something to cool us off...brilliant scarlet cardinals in winter-barren...

Song of Summertime A few weeks ago, I showed you this picture: Now the rasperry bushes look like this: and this: Yum! We've been pick...

Savory Pie (with thanks to my friend who named it for me) I am not one who does a lot of cooking according to recipe.  My mother wasn...

For Shelly...and on behalf of fireflies I don't know how it happens that in all of my years growing up and sleeping in an upstairs bed...

Not Enough Sense... ...to come in out of the rain.  How many times have I heard that over the years?  I grew up on a farm, and in farming t...