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Flower Delivery

When the weather was sultry, on a day where the sun was suspended high above and blistering the Earth, my beau and I spotted a lonely sign on an equally lonely road: “Shiloh.”  This was a spur-of-the-moment adventure.

We drove along a winding, curving, canopied asphalt road, searching for the cemetery, examining each fork in the road, turning this way and that, until the entrance appeared:

This was a small cemetery, not as old as I imagined it would be, but still peppered with graves as old as 1896 and as new as last year.

Walking alone, I stumbled on a bouquet of yellow silk roses, lifeless on the dusty earth, its jaundiced petals immobile, even in the slight breeze.

Looking left and right, I saw no close-by grave. To whom do these belong?

I picked them up, and at the first grave I spotted – a solitary, lonely headstone – I dropped the bouquet and said a prayer for someone’s mom.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.

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Passport, Please.

I had just put down a few freshly washed russet potatoes on the cutting board and was stretching for the utility knife, when my beau yanked open the kitchen door.

“Well, that was quick.” I hadn’t expected him for a few more minutes, since he was out to get the mail.

“I didn’t go yet,” he said, practically breathless. “Come with me.”

And out the door I went:

The turtle was huge, bigger than my smaller dog. We guessed it weighed about 30 pounds.

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As my beau was heading out for his walk, he found the turtle sitting in the middle of the street intersection, balled up inside its shell. Worried someone would run over the little guy, my beau bravely picked him up, and walked back in the hot sun to our cottage.

After a few phones calls to the veterinarian and then to the Wildlife people, we learned that it’s preferred that any found turtle be left as is, since it mostly likely is heading somewhere. Good. Now we know.

Yet the funniest part of this story is the conversation, or rather, the questions the Wildlife person asked:

Where was the turtle headed? Sorry, we don’t know. It was sitting in the middle of the intersection.

What was it doing? Just lying there, hiding in its shell.

Was it scared?  Maybe.  It was hard to tell since it was hiding in its shell.

Was it going anywhere? Well, we didn’t ask to see its passport, so we don’t know.

We put the turtle on the lawn. Quickly (yes, quickly), he scurried over to the other side of the street and headed back towards the intersection. We looked in that area about a half hour later, and he was nowhere to be found.

©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.


Morning Meditation: November Sun


The Flying Lips, or What the—?

It’s true that one can find some of the most interesting things in our world without actually looking for them. When these oddities show up, they become even more remarkable and fascinating and joy-bringing, like a surprise gift on a day that’s not your birthday or Christmas.

Early one morning, when my beau took the dogs outside for their morning business, he popped his head back into the house and called to me.

“I just saw the craziest thing. That moth out there— it has lips.”

I put down my dish towel. “Really? That moth on the back porch screen?”

“Yes. It has, like, avant garde lips. Avant garde. They’re not pink, just dead-looking lips. And avant garde.”

So, taking my camera outside in the foggy air, I walked up to the Moth with Avant Garde Lips.

Here’s the view, looking at its underside:

Fascinating, don’t you think?

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Morning Meditation: The Last Sunflower


T-Rex and the Floating Orbs

In my travels, some of the most unusual sights pop up when I least expect them. Mostly, as I go on my merry way, I’m looking for something else, or nothing at all, and wham! there it is.

On a tranquil country road, in the late morning one day, ol’ Tyrannosaurs Rex appeared. Well, it was more like his bleached white skeleton standing frozen in a front yard.

“T-Rex and the Floating Orbs”
(c)2017 Susan Marie Molloy Original Photograph

What become more intriguing were the two floating bluish orbs behind the skeleton when I looked at the photograph later that day. Cretaceous Period meets Preternatural Phantasms.

Logic tells me the orbs are reflections of moisture from the car window.

Or are they?—

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Morning Meditation: Dragonfly on a Blade of Grass

“Dragonfly on a Blade of Grass”
(c) 2017 Susan Marie Molloy, Original Photograph


Morning Meditation: Streaked Sunrise

Original photograph (c)2017 Susan Marie Molloy, all rights reserved.


Old Neighborhood Zinnias

Back in the old neighborhood, enjoying the last of summer’s zinnias.


So Long, Irma

By nightfall, the gentle daytime breezes intensified. The winds pushed, slammed, and whipped against the house and stockade fence and made trees and shrubs dance a weird tarantella. Greenish-blue lightning glowed at varying intervals, and the night sky had an eerie, almost gothic, feel.  

A lone gecko took shelter on the screened porch.


The hurricane’s eye passed over the neighborhood during the night, and morning from my front room windows revealed no damage, except for some neighbors’ fences that were pulled up or twisted. The chug-chugga-chugga-chug-chug of a neighbor’s gas generator in his driveway was the only non-nature sound in the neighborhood for hours. Wind gusts through the afternoon managed to send fences creaking grotesquely.


The electric was out for almost nineteen or twenty hours, and restored in time for when the mandatory curfew expired. This period was an eye-opener on how much we depend on electricity: No coffee maker, no laundry, no cellphone-charging.

I did, however, read a few chapters of a good book that was made into a movie. It’s sure to become a favorite of mine.


Life seems to be getting back to normal here.  

Note for future power outages: Remove and empty the ice maker and tray so melting ice doesn’t drip across the kitchen floor.  
©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


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