Author Archives: literarylee

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.

Farewell My Butternut!

Posted on September 30, 2011 by literarylee

More garden cleaning, this time in Smith. I’m performing this task a little at a time to allow for proper good-byes for remembering our time together. Too many partings all at once from these familiar friends is a burden. I need … Continue reading →

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Good Morning Sun

Posted on September 29, 2011 by literarylee

I know you’re on the way, sun, your glow, red, pink, orange grows above that wall just east. I’m watching the clouds, frilly wisps you turn from gray to white pink, Where are you, sun? Why do you tarry? Shy … Continue reading →

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Keynote Address Delivered at the Autumnal Equinox Ball (at which a Venerable but Feeble Summer and a Ruddy, Glowing Autumn were in Attendance)

Posted on September 28, 2011 by literarylee

Distinguished Seasons, Special Guests, Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my great privilege to be making a few remarks this evening at the Annual Equinox Ball. I am especially honored to be seated here at the same table with our Season … Continue reading →

Posted in Autumn, Time | Tagged apples, autumn, death, fall, leaves, Life, loss, love | Leave a comment

Still Going Strong

Posted on September 27, 2011 by literarylee

September 27, 2011 Picked a dozen or so okra, a creamy yellow sweet pepper, a mess of green beans and two cucumbers today near the end of September. The Lorelei continues to produce, continues to pump out the produce and … Continue reading →

Posted in Daily Sentence, Garden: A Love Story | Tagged beans, cucumbers, garden, okra, peppers, sentence, Writing | Leave a comment

Creating is Praying

Posted on September 25, 2011 by literarylee

An artist could start his or her work saying, “Dear God,” then spend the day writing or painting or sculpting or whatever it is she or he does, then finish with, “Amen.” Creativity is the Creator’s gift. The actual … Continue reading →

Posted in Devotion, Living Literarily | Tagged creativity, God, literary life, prayer, the Creator | Leave a comment

The Ostrich

Posted on September 24, 2011 by literarylee

Ogden Nash The ostrich roams the great Sahara. Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra. It has such long and lofty legs, I’m glad it sits to lay its eggs.

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The Rider Chronicles 11 – Spending the Night at Grandma and Grandpa’s House

Posted on September 23, 2011 by literarylee

I could hardly wait! My wife and I like to entertain. Hosting energizes us. Guests are a common “enemy” we work together to “vanquish.” I’m overstating it but you get the point. Imagine how excited we were preparing for our recent … Continue reading →

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Farewell Dragon’s Tongue!

Posted on September 22, 2011 by literarylee

I started cleaning up the garden for winter, pulling spent Dragon’s Tongue bush beans, weeds, and clearing dead leaves and other debris. End-of-season plants are not so pretty plus they can harbor disease and pests. Besides, I like the look … Continue reading →

Posted in Garden: A Love Story | Tagged beans, bush beans, Dragon's Tongue, garden, prolific, wax beans | Leave a comment

First Day of Autumn: Another Full Journal in the Compost

Posted on September 21, 2011 by literarylee

Like a colorful, drying leaf that’s served its great purpose, absorbing sunlight and creating nourishing energy, that now falls gently down to earth, so I shelve another journal fully absorbed with my musings, blatherings, rough drafts, ideas; a smattering collection of words, some dumb, some brilliant, … Continue reading →

Posted in Autumn, The Life Literary, Writing | Tagged compost, first day of autumn, journal, literary, September 21, Words, Writing | Leave a comment

Lighten!

Posted on September 20, 2011 by literarylee

Life’s too short to get so dreamy, writing words all warm and creamy. Easy getting over serious, much of that you’ll get delirious. Writing, living: keep enjoyable. Too intense? It is a foi-a-ble. Living, writing: … Continue reading →

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