A Great Beginning

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My Novel Jungle Blooms won first place in the FRW Golden palm Contest in the Sing Title Category.  As my first novel, it feels like a child that has finally grown up and is ready to go out into the world. It is currently being read by an editor and I have my fingers crossed that it will be published.

I will now be concentrating on re-edits of my second book Tiponi-Child of Hope. Tiponi is the story of a Hopi Indian girl, born an albino, who is actually only half human.  She is spirit.  She will grow up to be White Buffalo Calf Women and help save the world from a terrible disaster.

Keep In touch.

All encouragement and comments are appreciated.

Evelyn

A Great Beginning

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My Novel Jungle Blooms won first place in the FRW Golden palm Contest in the Sing Title Category.  As my first novel, it feels like a child that has finally grown up and is ready to go out into the world. It is currently being read by an editor and I have my fingers crossed that it will be published.

I will now be concentrating on re-edits of my second book Tiponi-Child of Hope. Tiponi is the story of a Hopi Indian girl, born an albino, who is actually only half human.  She is spirit.  She will grow up to be White Buffalo Calf Women and help save the world from a terrible disaster.

Keep In touch.

All encouragement and comments are appreciated.

Evelyn

The Wayward Dock

 Most people look back on their year and prepare to make momentous changes. I look back on mine and see this image of an askew dock.  Notice the dock follows a very zig-zag path from one pole to the next. That’s the way the year has gone for me. No matter how hard I tried to chart a course, life happened. Things changed and I carried on. I believe that might be the secret to making it work.

I made it through the year, mostly healthy and problem free. I witnessed the happy union of my son and his lovely new bride, the death of some that were taken too early, and completed my second novel.

Tiponi: Child of Hope is the culmination of a year and a half of research and writing. I hope to find a publisher this year and have it in print.  It may take a while, but like the dock, I intend to make it as a writer.

I hope all of you and yours have a happy and safe New Year.

Evelyn

Fall Color-No Leaves

 Traveling down a country road, windows down and a cool breeze bringing thoughts of fall. A look up leads to confusion-the leaves are still green.  All is not lost, color abounds in the ditches and I pull over for a glimpse of nature’s other fall color.Blackeyed SusanBlack-eyed Susan with happy yellow faces catches the eye first. Swaying gently in the breeze, they bring back memories of childhood, when we would grab a fistful with our chubby little hands and gleefully present them to mom. The cheerful color never matched the brightness of her smile.

Bumble Bee & ageretum

The eye slowly moves to the perfect complement to the bright yellow. Purple/blue Ageratum grows profusely among the grasses and weeds and attracts a myriad of visitors like the fuzzy bumble bee. Drinking deeply it buzzes on, trying to get that one last taste of sweetness before it gets too cold.

Painted LadyFound among the branches, A Painted Lady Butterfly also gathers nectar as it zips from one bush to the next. Pausing just long enough to give you time to marvel at how well God paints. Her colors are so delicate, your fingers itch to touch, but you resist the urge.

Common Buckeye2Common Buckeye

Movement quickly draws the eye to the brilliantly colored Goldenrod. The Common Buckeye Butterfly balances lightly on the tips before flitting to another. Along with a sip of nectar, it picks up pollen on its hair body and ferries it on spotted wings to the next plant. So much for love and sex in flowers.

Great Purple Hairstreak, Atlides halesusThe Great Purple Hairstreak, shares the feast while adding a touch of sophistication to the banquet table. It’s bright red markings and unusual tail are attention -getters for photographers, if you are lucky enough to see them.

Evelyn Re submit of #24

Gulf Fritillary Butterfly2Gulf Fritillary Butterfly

A flash of orange among the purple flowers, heralds the Gulf Fritillary Butterfly. The beautiful back is nothing compared to its underside which bears a multitude of white spots.

The Last Breath of Summer

Isle of Palms

Isle of Palms

The Last Breath of Summer

  The sun still shines on the heated sand as waves wash away foot prints left by morning explorers.

               But—there’s a subtle difference. The heat once so intense is now tempered by a cooling breeze.

Everyone rushes to grasp that one last swim or sail. The wind playfully teases the para-sails, bringing joyful exhilaration to die-hard enthusiasts.

               Sandpipers run chasing the waves, hoping to catch one more mouthful of the ocean’s repast. Flotsam and jetsam edge the tide line, hiding treasures for chubby handed searchers, buckets in hand.

Seashells roll in the surf only to be stranded on the wet sand, waiting for the next push or pull of the waves.

               As evening nears, everyone pauses to watch the red sun melt into the horizon. Cool air blows across the waves as the last breather of summer dies and autumn is born.

Evelyn

Things That Bug Me

Spider with face

Spider with face

Things That Bug Me

I couldn’t resist this topic after taking the spider picture. I hope you see the face on the abdomen of the little arachnid. These sunflowers were planted by the birds and have provided a wealth of photographs.

By the way, spiders don’t bug me. I’m not afraid of them, or most bugs. Snakes on the other hand are a different story. They scare me to death and cause me to do weird things like hold the page of a book by the very edges, to avoid touching a snake picture. Kind of reminds me of a line from that seventies song, I don’t like spiders and snakes and that ain’t what it takes to love me.”

Phone calls at supper time, especially telemarketers or bill collectors. Yep, we all have them whether we admit it or not.

People who assume you know certain things and you’re totally in the dark, but too embarrassed to speak up.

All electrical devices that don’t take the same charger, I mean come on, it isn’t rocket science.

Fake smiles. You know the ones with all teeth and no emotion. Practice makes perfect. We all should try to really smile more often.

Loud commercials. Enough said.

Going to the cabinet for something sweet and someone left an empty box where your favorite cookies should be.

Evelyn

Dragonflies-Sign of Change

male widow skimmer

Dragonflies-Sign of Change

Dragonflies are creatures of mystery and myth. Once thought to have evolved from dragons, these dainty creatures live life to the fullest in the short time they have. Dragonflies spend most of their lives as an immature nymph in the water. When they emerge and become an adult, they only have two months to see the world, find a mate, reproduce and die.

Dragonflies symbolize change or metamorphosis. This change is especially associated with maturity. Powerful and poised dragonflies can see into the depths of water. This is a sort of self-discovery which only comes with maturity.

They have the magical power of iridescence, or change color with the light. Eighty percent of their brain is devoted to sight. They can see three hundred and sixty degrees and fly in every direction. They do all of this with the grace of a ballet dancer dancing on a lily pad.

Evelyn