Sunday, March 29, 2015
The authors stayed at Lily Creek Lodge . . .
Where we were treated to wine and very nice food on Friday night.
When I wasn't on a panel, I took pictures , , ,
Lots of pretty houses . . .
And a sky so blue it almost hurt your eyes
Things were jumping in Dahlonegah -- there was a Trailfest going on too -- Dahlonegah is near the southern starting point of the Appalachian Trail.
Trail folk were having programs in the park . . .
And booths selling trail gear as well as assorted crafts lined several streets
The old courthouse -- now a museum of the gold rush in Dahlonega...
Lots of fans and writers were there . . .
Others were kind enough to pose for pictures.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
I'm heading south this morning on my way to the Dahlonega Literary Festival (more info HERE.) I'll be on some panels on Saturday and Sunday and will be at Don Pollo's restaurant at 12:30 on Saturday, hoping to have lunch with whoever shows up . . .
I'm so glad my tulips bloomed -- we are likely to be hit with temps in the twenties and maybe even snow while I'm gone -- at least I got to enjoy them for a bit.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
When I came home last night from my class, it was dark and our little solar outdoor lights were all aglow. And one clever toad had found a warm spot to sit and wait for bugs that would be drawn to the light.
Just look at that gorgeous golden eye!
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Facebook occasionally really strikes a nerve. You may have seen the photo below of a physician crying in the hospital parking lot after the death of a patient. It quickly went viral -- perhaps because we'd all like to believe our own doctors are similarly empathetic.
I saw the photo several times -- and then my own physician posted it -- with a little story of her own which had me tearing up.
She told how, back when our local clinic was in a small building with little privacy, she had gone outside to the side of the building to cry about a patient. (Yeah, she's one of the good, empathetic ones.) When she went back inside, she found that the man who owned the service station across the street had left her a Diet Coke and an oatmeal pie -- along with a note that said "I left you a smile too."
That sweet fella was Bob Frisby, whom I wrote about HERE. He's been gone almost seven years now but this little story brought his memory back as strongly as if I'd just seen him.
We never know what small deeds of ours will live on and, in some ways, define us in someone's mind.