Summer Flies By

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From the comfort of my cottage in the woods I watch the summer slip away, finding myself already in August, almost finished with my current work in progress. This novel, a Ruthorford story I’ve been asked over and over to write, brings the reader back to the quaint Southern town to slip into the descendants’ lives–the good, the bad, and the unexpected.

I have had a summer in sync with those in Ruthorford, just getting the roof replaced just before the rains came. We stayed dry and safe as tornadoes and flash floods surprised so many, tearing up lives. Fortunately, all we have to deal with is a bit of erosion. It goes to show you–live for the present, pray for the future, and expect the unexpected.

We had a wonderful time celebrating the 4th of July at Moreland. I met lots of people, 20180704_091110aintroducing¬† many to Ruthorford for the first time. I also got to introduce a young girl to a whirligig, something I had seen since I was a child. I bought some and stuck them in a bucket with Tootsie Roll pops for the kids. The young girl was so cute. She was fascinated by the brightly colored pinwheel, but had no idea how it works. I had to show her how to blow on it to get it to spin. You’d have thought I’d introduced her to magic. Of course, you never know. Maybe I did.

There were crafts and goodies of all sorts and lots and 20180704_120311lots of good things to eat. They’d started the BBQ the day before while we were setting up and I found myself drooling the entire time. The pavilion housed crafters and bakers and artisans. They even had a cockatoo to entertain. At times I wasn’t quite sure who was being entertained, the bird or the crowd. The weather was perfect, just a bit hot, but everyone had a blast.

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I hope all of you have a great rest of the summer!

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About Shanon Grey

I am a Fiction::Weaver, weaving stories of suspense and romance with threads of the paranormal.
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