Sundark Morning

Sundark. Sounds a bit foreboding. Don't worry. It's just Sunday before daylight. All is quiet but for my sipping. And all is dark except for a distinct glow east of here. No, it's not the sun. It's the aura of neighbor Linda Lael Miller, the romance novelist. I hope she is feeling better. She's been sick. Although I've never met her in person, I feel like I know Linda pretty well. The reason for this is that she shares her life in her blog. Since she moved from Arizona to the house at the end of our road and cleared some land to put some horses, and built a big barn, I have begun to notice her presence more. So I read her blog and it is so delightful I read all the archives too. Now all her horses cats and dogs have names and personalities. I have not read any of her novels yet, but Barb read two and she says they are good. Anyway, Linda, now that we know you so well, it would be nice to meet you sometime. Your blog reads so easily, you have made the concept of blogging more realistic to me. Thank you Linda for inspiring me to write a blog.