My dad was born on January 8, 1923. He passed just a month before his 91st birthday. He liked spicy foods, reading good books and watching football or other sports, on television. I woke up this morning thinking of him and missing him. I spent my day making homemade Salsa and watching my favorite football […]
Category: Life
Winter weekend
Canning today A half case of tomatoes Homemade spaghetti sauce! Nancilynn Saylor January 2017 Spaghetti sauce
Pets,plants,pipes…
Today is day two I’ve freezing weather I made a pan of squash soup from squash cooked in early fall and tucked into freezer. Several hours ago, a ring-tailed cat walked by on our fence catching my eye from the window. It looked at me as it tried to get a drink of water from […]
Nightfall
through the nearly barren tree Sliver of moon swelling overhead Makes sleep come tonight. Nancilynn Saylor 2017 January
“…to every thing there is a season”
While working last week, my friend and I heard a thump on the plate glass picture window of the shop… I had a sickening feeling in my stomach because I’ve heard such thumps before. I sighed as I went to the door and looked out. A small bird lay, stunned, below on the sidewalk. Rushing […]
Remembrance
December is a hard month for me and my family. My siblings and I lost both parents during this month & my oldest sister lost her only son. I try to fill the days with thankfulness and Christmas joy but the truth is, a pervading sadness seeps through. I awoke this morning with thoughts of […]
gods as companions
gods as companionswe were never sostrongas a species…to hold up our endalone.Companions were sent:Wild flowersSpring breezesWaves…Nothing took hold- until arrivedIn our most lame moments,dogs.dogs like! Gilligan, he Of snaggled tooth and curly, beige hair!He, who wondered why I thought I was in charge-, When, clearly he knew differently.He stayed for seventeen years and herded me, […]
For sweet Jesse
It is before first light, I make my way through the house without piercing the veil of solitude. Through the one window open somewhere, the chirping of a toad Echoes here to this spot where I sit reflecting on seasons. This week, a dear, sweet friend breathed his last hard breath on earth & […]
Just Passing Through
Drifts in on cool breeze In waxing afternoon light Pausing to refuel ©Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Photo from the fluttering visitors. Save
In a month’s time
I go again, soon … for dawn and dusk on the shoreline. insignificant to some, the Texas shore now my “ocean.” It’s not that I have not dipped toes into an authentic ocean, for I have; but the baggage that came with living in an ocean state was too weighty at the time. Texas! At […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 