The Storyteller | Mary Vee

It won't be long before most birds in the north head south for a warmer winter These creatures are very entertaining They meet set parameters have their family they search high and low for food They keep watch for long hours and when autumn comes most leave But some stay. :) To entertain us through the winter As a storyteller, I write characters who stay.  The journey they took in the story has ended, but they stay with us.  Show us how they survived their difficulty.  Remind us of the Hope and Love we have. That we have worth . This post has been brought to you by the one-word: Stay In one month, October 2019, my new Christmas book, Sylvia's Secret will be released. It tells the story of a woman who appeared to have everything to everyone around her. When she disappeared, her staff became worried.

The roads in remote areas of Italy are very narrow. Our travel bus barely fit on a few. The driver didn't even attempt to drive the bus on others. To visit this farm, he dropped us off at the top of the hill. We walked down a small road to the driveway then farther down to this farm. Now I see why they have such tiny cars. Along the driveway is this huge garden. Roma tomatoes! I wish my garden looked this lovely. The animals roam free. Such a fun place to be! Every inch of this property is used to raise income. Our hosts live here. In a corner of the lower level they crush grapes for wine. It is very dark down there. Through a vineyard a distance away, we walk to this family's restaurant. It is a cozy room with round tables for diners and an open kitchen. Next to the restaurant, is an outdoor classroom. We sat on benches and watched the grandmother make mozzerella using waterbuffalo milk. She did not speak English. She didn't spea

A reminder for all who read my Let's Talk blog, Blending Sites and Storytelling is the new look and new name. I look forward to seeing you here each week and reading your responses. Feel free to share what you also know.  I'm not an expert, but I am easily intrigued by crazy things like how nature can have a power play over a lighthouse. I'll show you.  (All photos below were taken by me.) Taken in Gay, Michigan, Upper Pennindula  at a copper stamping ruin The goldenrod is a rascal of a plant.  Beautiful. Lacy. A brilliant shade of gold shining in the sun.  Unfortunately many people are allergic to it. My own daughter becomes weapy every fall over the appearance of this flower. Tears flow as if she had cried during the taking of her school pictures in goldenrod season. We laugh when we look back at them. Ludington, Michigan Lighthouse Besides allergies, golden rod inadvertantly causes another problem. From 1825 to 1983 lighthouse ke