My husband had shoulder surgery this year and is looking at another. He is not happy with the idea of being incapacitated and so we work together on the yard work.
Yesterday he was certain he could mow the front yard with the new ZTR mower he bought this time last year. So, I tried to help him. We moved things around in the garage so he could get to it and once it was out, he really had no trouble at all making wide circles and keeping the shoulder as inactive as possible.
Until the Cottonwood began to fall in blizzards. It stuck to sweaty bodies, flew up our noses, and stuck in our hair. Once it quits for the year, we’ll have to have our air conditioner serviced which will look like it is covered in thick woolen batting. We’ve been here before. The neighbor next door has a 100-year-old Cottonwood tree, and it loves the spring when it can show it still has what it takes.
After coming in covered in the white fluff I was inspired to write a poem to express my feelings.
COTTONWOOD WRANGLER
Balls of white gossamer fluff roll across the prairie
And The gardener watches the blizzard in vain.
In true Oklahoma form a funnel of cotton rises into the air on my front porch
I watch knowing nothing can be done until the Cottonwood is spent.
Each spring between Mother’s Day and June, huge puffballs fall from the sky
And the neighbor’s 100-year-old tree once more springs to life to procreate.
Seeds set out on cotton wings – some the size of my hand – and drift into corners
Motivated to growing into a tree like its mother.
And I, the gardener, become a wrangler of Cottonwood babies
Scooping the balls into dust pans and securing them.
I slam down the lid as half escape into the air before they are dumped into trash cans
Headed for the landfill where their dreams of treedom might come true.
So much for gardening. What are you reading this week?
I’ve done a lot of things on this planet in my 69 years. Some smarter than others. But the best thing I ever did was to become a mother of two wonderful human beings. It’s Mother’s Day and I looked up some old pictures to prove to you I raised two children. Both of them live close and I see them as often as possible.

Last week was Enid Author Fest and this week is the Oklahoma Writers’ Federation, Inc. conference. It’s conference time!
It’s Author Fest time!
Easter is time of renewal for spring and a holiday for Christians. Other religions also celebrate near the same time.
The Public Library of Enid and Garfield County is having the Enid Author Fest Saturday, April 23, 2022, from 1-5 pm. Like a lot of things, it’s been two years since the last one and I’m looking forward to connecting with my fellow authors once again.
It’s spring! I know because I worked on the lawn yesterday. Not really the lawn, but pots around the lawn. I made my maiden voyage to the greenhouse and spent the first of many fortunes. Like everything else, the prices have gone up. I filled some empty containers and wished them well. I hope we don’t have another freeze.

In January, my latest Keystone Lake novel, Blooming Greed, was released by The Wild Rose Press. Once again Erin is out solving crimes and some of my favorite characters are on the case. This time her neighbors are disappearing and the lake she’s known all her life is in trouble. The fishing is disappointing and lake levels are so high that prime lake front properties are flooded. Boating your favorite spots can be dangerous due to debris in the water.
Last fall my novel, Flatiron Death Grip was released by Airship 27 Productions. This novel has been on my mind for years culminating from four short stories gathered together into one novel with one goal for all the characters. I can say that was more difficult than I initially thought. But it was worth it, and it was fun!













