I do think about this blog every day...it doesn't appear that way through the failure of writing...maybe after this one?
It is cold here in Northern Indiana as it is in most of the country. The snow is dry and as lacy as a grandmother's tablecloth. With the coming of Winter so many programs are taking place in my little town. Programs at the library.... at Wing Haven... at the University. I have gone to most of the them..and most of them I just put on my winter boots and everything warm I can find and walk.
I met a couple the other night who had just moved to Angola. They actually chose it to retire to. They were impressed with all that we have to offer so such a small community.
But my community is slow moving today...cars are creaky and the woolen blankets have not just come out of the cedar chests, but are spread across the beds. I still needed one more last night, but was too cold to get up to get one!!
So, with The Nutcracker on the CD player, candles lit, and snowflakes still powdering the earth, it is a lovely day for me to do "office" work in my p.j.'s with no where to go...except to the ktichen to refill my coffee cup!
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
The Page Turners
The deluge of rain on Wednesday did not keep any members of the Pate Turners away from our monthly book talk. One by one we ran up the drive way through the rain, and without knocking or ringing the bell, we opened the door and were met by hearth and home.
Shaking the rain off of our raincoats and umbrellas we greeted each other with the usual barrage of conversation.
Once we entered the dining room, we declared our spot, and stayed for the duration of the evening.
We decided to have dinner first as we were chilled and most were hungry. We dined on chicken and wild rice accompanied by pumpkin muffins. By the time coffee and pumpkin pie were served, we were mellow and ready to begin our book talk.
Our book, Mrs. Mike by Benedict Freedman, was our monthly read.
Mrs. Mike is the story, set in the beginning of the twentieth century, of Katherine Mary O'Fallon, a sixteen-year-old girl from Boston, who is sent to her uncle in Calgary, Alberta, because she suffers from pleurisy. Soon, she falls in love with Mike Flannigan, a tall and handsome man from the Mounted Police, marries him and follows him North, into the great wilderness. The trip, first by train and then as part of a dog-sled caravan, is almost too much for Katherine and her lungs. But as she decides to follow Mike no matter what, she also begins a relationship of love and hate with a pitiless and beautiful country...
At first glance and possibly at first read, the book seems to be an enchanting love story, but it is more. It is about adventure and passion. It is about building a life even though extenuating circumstances make it seem, at times, impossible. Drawing these themes into our own lives is the essence of our book club. Our own adventures, passions, choices, and conflict.
The discussion was bit more lackadaisical than most. We awarded the book three pages out of five.
By the time the fire had burned low and the pumpkin pie was reduced to crumbs, it was time to bid our farewells. We have chosen Chocolat by Joanna Harris for next month. Why not read along with us?
Maggie Mae for the Page Turners
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Shaking the rain off of our raincoats and umbrellas we greeted each other with the usual barrage of conversation.
Once we entered the dining room, we declared our spot, and stayed for the duration of the evening.
We decided to have dinner first as we were chilled and most were hungry. We dined on chicken and wild rice accompanied by pumpkin muffins. By the time coffee and pumpkin pie were served, we were mellow and ready to begin our book talk.
Our book, Mrs. Mike by Benedict Freedman, was our monthly read.
Mrs. Mike is the story, set in the beginning of the twentieth century, of Katherine Mary O'Fallon, a sixteen-year-old girl from Boston, who is sent to her uncle in Calgary, Alberta, because she suffers from pleurisy. Soon, she falls in love with Mike Flannigan, a tall and handsome man from the Mounted Police, marries him and follows him North, into the great wilderness. The trip, first by train and then as part of a dog-sled caravan, is almost too much for Katherine and her lungs. But as she decides to follow Mike no matter what, she also begins a relationship of love and hate with a pitiless and beautiful country...
At first glance and possibly at first read, the book seems to be an enchanting love story, but it is more. It is about adventure and passion. It is about building a life even though extenuating circumstances make it seem, at times, impossible. Drawing these themes into our own lives is the essence of our book club. Our own adventures, passions, choices, and conflict.
The discussion was bit more lackadaisical than most. We awarded the book three pages out of five.
By the time the fire had burned low and the pumpkin pie was reduced to crumbs, it was time to bid our farewells. We have chosen Chocolat by Joanna Harris for next month. Why not read along with us?
Maggie Mae for the Page Turners
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Classical Guitars and Serenading...
Last night seventy folks or more gathered at Wells Theatre at Tri-State University for a concert of classical guitar. The musicians were students in Fort Wayne all minoring in classical guitar. The staging and performance was professional in every way as the students were decked in suits and ties with bowing before and after each piece as the protocal.
Following the concert Liat Peters of Caruso's shared a reception of 17th century food. The crowd gathered around the syllabub table (whipped cream, sherry, and beaten egg whites poured, or rather ladeled into wine glasses) with much interest!
There was also lavender cakes, lemon curd, fig preserves, pumpkin bread and spinach cookies! It was elegant and lovely.
I told one of the performers, Matt Lovell, that he could play outside my window any night he would choose.
When the last of the syllabub was gone, I put my black cape about my shoulders and walked back home to The House at White Picket Gardens. It was an enchanting evening.
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Following the concert Liat Peters of Caruso's shared a reception of 17th century food. The crowd gathered around the syllabub table (whipped cream, sherry, and beaten egg whites poured, or rather ladeled into wine glasses) with much interest!
There was also lavender cakes, lemon curd, fig preserves, pumpkin bread and spinach cookies! It was elegant and lovely.
I told one of the performers, Matt Lovell, that he could play outside my window any night he would choose.
When the last of the syllabub was gone, I put my black cape about my shoulders and walked back home to The House at White Picket Gardens. It was an enchanting evening.
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Dark Clouds of November...
I drove down to Indy yesterday for elementary storytelling shows...always my favorite. Finishing up the shows, I drove to Ellen's for the week end as Kathryn Windham arrived last night to share her stories this week end also. Kathryn is an icon in the storytelling world from Selma, Alabama. My children all met her when they were in their young teens. She promptly fell in love with them and bought them moon pies. I think that is their favorite memory of her. We had dinner with friends, and it was good to share stories over meatloaf and a light red wine.
Today I shared my love of stories with teachers at a luncheon and off again tonight to another dinner party. I know it will be more of the same...howling November winds, spitting snow...and stories...always stories.
Happy Birthday to my Dad yesterday! He was going out with "the boys" when I talked with him!
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Today I shared my love of stories with teachers at a luncheon and off again tonight to another dinner party. I know it will be more of the same...howling November winds, spitting snow...and stories...always stories.
Happy Birthday to my Dad yesterday! He was going out with "the boys" when I talked with him!
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
After the fact...
We voted well yesterday in Steuben County...the stats show that the voters were out and turn out was higher than usual. Well, that is a good thing. Yes, it can always be better, but the day was accompanied by cold, dreary rain. It was the kind of day that I like to curl up with a good book by a warm fire. (The good book I have..now if I just had a fireplace!)
I want to commend the folks who worked the polls yesterday. It was late afternoon before I could vote....but the mood was still cheery and quite festive. Of course, in a small town you know everyone...you chat going in..you chat up to the MOMENT of voting...and then you chat again. It was strange to show my driver's license to someone who has known me for over twenty years!
I noticed many cold cups of coffee....half eated pizza slices...and Krispy Kreme doughnut boxes. (I didn't check to see if they were empty or not!)
I guess I am even old enough to like listening to the election coverage on NPR.
Anyway, thanks to all who voted and worked the day!
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
I want to commend the folks who worked the polls yesterday. It was late afternoon before I could vote....but the mood was still cheery and quite festive. Of course, in a small town you know everyone...you chat going in..you chat up to the MOMENT of voting...and then you chat again. It was strange to show my driver's license to someone who has known me for over twenty years!
I noticed many cold cups of coffee....half eated pizza slices...and Krispy Kreme doughnut boxes. (I didn't check to see if they were empty or not!)
I guess I am even old enough to like listening to the election coverage on NPR.
Anyway, thanks to all who voted and worked the day!
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Saturday afternoon...
I love Saturday afternoons...after spending the morning at the gym (so the cardio is done!), I can cozy up with my new book, The Last Season by Eric Blehm, take a walk down to the town to have coffee and chat with Rachael, rake leaves, take a nap, and listen to NPR.
With no evening plans as well(!) I can settle down with my book, let the last of the leaves swirl past my darkened window and drink hot chocolate.
Yes, there is something lovely about a late fall day with nothing on the schedule!
Ahhhhhhhh.
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
With no evening plans as well(!) I can settle down with my book, let the last of the leaves swirl past my darkened window and drink hot chocolate.
Yes, there is something lovely about a late fall day with nothing on the schedule!
Ahhhhhhhh.
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Closing out of October...
Halloween night was the perfect night here in Northern Indiana. A cool front came in late morning ending the rain and bringing brisk cold air. By the time the trick or treaters were wandering the streets, darkness prevailed and the sky was marbled with black clouds covering the three-quarters moon.
I had bags and bags of candy which was all given out to ghosts and pirates and vampires and such. I dressed as Pippi Longstocking. The neighbors are always curious to see what I come up with!
Later in the evening Karen and Aaron brought the little guys over..Matthew was Jack Sparrow and Jonah was a large candy corn. (He was supposed to be a dinosaur, but wouldn't put th costume on!) We had cookies and cocoa and chocolate, of course.
November came in with snow..the ground is covered this morning. It is cold at The House at White Picket Gardens. I am trying to keep the heat at 65 degrees, but at night, I send it down to 60.
Welcome November.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
I had bags and bags of candy which was all given out to ghosts and pirates and vampires and such. I dressed as Pippi Longstocking. The neighbors are always curious to see what I come up with!
Later in the evening Karen and Aaron brought the little guys over..Matthew was Jack Sparrow and Jonah was a large candy corn. (He was supposed to be a dinosaur, but wouldn't put th costume on!) We had cookies and cocoa and chocolate, of course.
November came in with snow..the ground is covered this morning. It is cold at The House at White Picket Gardens. I am trying to keep the heat at 65 degrees, but at night, I send it down to 60.
Welcome November.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Halloween Eve...
It is the perfect evening to prepare for goblins and haints. The day was warm and sunny, but by the time I arrived home from school, dark thick clouds had rolled in and the north wind had picked up. It was eerie, enough so that I looked over my shoulder onece, twice before carrying my briefcase and such into the garden gate.
My voice mail was full of young voices looking for extra pieces to costumes for tomorrow night...I think I must be known as the costume lady for the neighborhood.
Last night was our town celebration of Steuben County Read. Julia Meek, NIPR radio personality, was our guest speaker. She shared Haitian folkloric traditions as well as stories. I, of course, spent the evening sharing stories with her as we enjoyed the Haitian dinner provided by the Read committee. Our book is Mountain Beyond Mountains by Tracy Kidder.
It was a wonderful evening. I love living in town so that I can walk to enjoy these programs. When the evening came to a close, I gathered up my black cape and made my way home enjoying the Halloween sights and sounds in the neighborhood.
Tomorrow night I will come home to light pumpkins and be ready for greeting the trick or treaters that will permeate the darkened streets of Angola.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
My voice mail was full of young voices looking for extra pieces to costumes for tomorrow night...I think I must be known as the costume lady for the neighborhood.
Last night was our town celebration of Steuben County Read. Julia Meek, NIPR radio personality, was our guest speaker. She shared Haitian folkloric traditions as well as stories. I, of course, spent the evening sharing stories with her as we enjoyed the Haitian dinner provided by the Read committee. Our book is Mountain Beyond Mountains by Tracy Kidder.
It was a wonderful evening. I love living in town so that I can walk to enjoy these programs. When the evening came to a close, I gathered up my black cape and made my way home enjoying the Halloween sights and sounds in the neighborhood.
Tomorrow night I will come home to light pumpkins and be ready for greeting the trick or treaters that will permeate the darkened streets of Angola.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Haunting tales
I love the week prior to Halloween, although my car and microphone do get their work out! I often think of myself as the Queen of Haunting tales..I guess I have lots of reasons for that..my Mom was born on Halloween (oh, why wasn't I)...I was born on a full moon in July (wasn't I, Mom?)..and I love capes.
I often rehearse my stories in the quiet of The House At White Picket Gardens. I have also been known to rehearse my stories in cemeteries and the like...
Today I have three shows to finish out the season. It is a haunting day...windy and cold. Leaves are twirling and spilling around my cozy house. But alas, alas, time to gather the cape (I'll leave the broomstick behind for this one!) and head out to Ohio.
Tonight is my 15th year show at Pokagon State Park with my friend, Steve Etheridge. We share one show together each year, and this is it. It promises to be another spooky, bat flying evening.
And a haunted Halloween week end to you and yours.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
I often rehearse my stories in the quiet of The House At White Picket Gardens. I have also been known to rehearse my stories in cemeteries and the like...
Today I have three shows to finish out the season. It is a haunting day...windy and cold. Leaves are twirling and spilling around my cozy house. But alas, alas, time to gather the cape (I'll leave the broomstick behind for this one!) and head out to Ohio.
Tonight is my 15th year show at Pokagon State Park with my friend, Steve Etheridge. We share one show together each year, and this is it. It promises to be another spooky, bat flying evening.
And a haunted Halloween week end to you and yours.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Masquerade Ball!!
Last night Roy, our phys ed teacher, and I hosted a Masquerade Ball...actually it was sponsored by the Student Council, but we are in charge of the student council!!
It was a great evening for all...by 3:00 the gym had been transformed into a replica of a haunted house...lights, pumpkins, a blow up spider (a parent brought that in!), cobwebs, balloons, and my DJ stand decorated for announcements and music.
The food was ready as well...the typical fare..hot dogs, cider, candy, pop...we were ready just in time as ghost and goblins, actually pirates and witches and soda fountain gals and twin Scarlet O'Hare's descended upon us with their dollar.
We danced, played wrap the mummy, judged costumes, and let them be fifth and sixth graders away from state standards and guided reading...
They had a wonderful time..so did we. After we bid them farewell, we picked up the pieces, decided it was a good time, and then scrubbed the tables.
Today will be back to normal...but last night was their Masquerade Ball, and mine too!!
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
It was a great evening for all...by 3:00 the gym had been transformed into a replica of a haunted house...lights, pumpkins, a blow up spider (a parent brought that in!), cobwebs, balloons, and my DJ stand decorated for announcements and music.
The food was ready as well...the typical fare..hot dogs, cider, candy, pop...we were ready just in time as ghost and goblins, actually pirates and witches and soda fountain gals and twin Scarlet O'Hare's descended upon us with their dollar.
We danced, played wrap the mummy, judged costumes, and let them be fifth and sixth graders away from state standards and guided reading...
They had a wonderful time..so did we. After we bid them farewell, we picked up the pieces, decided it was a good time, and then scrubbed the tables.
Today will be back to normal...but last night was their Masquerade Ball, and mine too!!
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
October's Book Club
With a chill in the air and an extra sweater draped over our shoulders, our book club shared a warm campfire on Snow Lake. All nine of us were present as we pulled our chairs closer to the fire as the sun set in a sapphire blue sky over the water.
We had intended to eat dinner in the house and then follow the path to the campfire, but the day's end was too lovely, and we all knew that snow and winter will soon be upon us. We balanced books and a delicious white bean chili with homemade crusted bread and steaming cups of hot cider as we first told the stories and the events of the past months. (With nine women, there are many stories and events!)
Alas, alas, we finally were on to the book, The Color Purple, by Alice Walker. The book was published in 1982 with Ms. Walker receiving a Pulitzer Prize for her work. The book was a controversial piece of literature of 1982, especially for a woman writer. We tried to imagine reading it for the first time and yet no one could remember the movie, although we knew there was one. Several of the members found the book blandly written without the flowery language we all adore, but we took an in depth look into the history of the book and the author and realized, of course, the reasons for this type of writing. When it came time to give the book (five pages being the top score), the vote settled on four. I gave it a perfect five, but was out voted!
Our conversation turned towards other books we had read during the month and book events taking place within out county.
The inky black sky brought our breathes in wisps as we toasted marshmallows for s'mores and again resumed our idle conversation. It was late when we pulled our chairs back up to the patio and warmed our hands once more by the campfire knowing that it would be the last for many months.
Next month our read is Mrs. Mike by Benedict and Nancy Freedman, why not join us?
We had intended to eat dinner in the house and then follow the path to the campfire, but the day's end was too lovely, and we all knew that snow and winter will soon be upon us. We balanced books and a delicious white bean chili with homemade crusted bread and steaming cups of hot cider as we first told the stories and the events of the past months. (With nine women, there are many stories and events!)
Alas, alas, we finally were on to the book, The Color Purple, by Alice Walker. The book was published in 1982 with Ms. Walker receiving a Pulitzer Prize for her work. The book was a controversial piece of literature of 1982, especially for a woman writer. We tried to imagine reading it for the first time and yet no one could remember the movie, although we knew there was one. Several of the members found the book blandly written without the flowery language we all adore, but we took an in depth look into the history of the book and the author and realized, of course, the reasons for this type of writing. When it came time to give the book (five pages being the top score), the vote settled on four. I gave it a perfect five, but was out voted!
Our conversation turned towards other books we had read during the month and book events taking place within out county.
The inky black sky brought our breathes in wisps as we toasted marshmallows for s'mores and again resumed our idle conversation. It was late when we pulled our chairs back up to the patio and warmed our hands once more by the campfire knowing that it would be the last for many months.
Next month our read is Mrs. Mike by Benedict and Nancy Freedman, why not join us?
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
A Storyteller's Mecca
It is late, and I am still at school finishing up for my short week. I love the quiet hours of school when everyone is gone, and I can work quietly. My day was long starting with 7:00 spell bowl and ending with after school arts, but now I sip tea and watch the sun set on the corn field out my window.
After I close down my room with lights and pumpkins all off and umplugged, I will journey down to Ellen's as we get ready to leave for Tennessee early in the morning for the National Storytelling Festival.
It is a mecca, a journey, a quest, a place to renew stories and soul and friendships.
I missed last year, and I so I am anxious to smell the mountain air...walk the old streets of Jonesboro...move from tent to tent listening to the best of the best storytellers...and renew friendships.
So, until next Monday, let the stories be told!!
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories
After I close down my room with lights and pumpkins all off and umplugged, I will journey down to Ellen's as we get ready to leave for Tennessee early in the morning for the National Storytelling Festival.
It is a mecca, a journey, a quest, a place to renew stories and soul and friendships.
I missed last year, and I so I am anxious to smell the mountain air...walk the old streets of Jonesboro...move from tent to tent listening to the best of the best storytellers...and renew friendships.
So, until next Monday, let the stories be told!!
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories
Monday, October 02, 2006
Welcome October!
October Haiku
laboring cricket
tucked behind kitchen cupboard
Autumn's lullaby
drifting russet leaves
canopy on shadows
tears of Autumn's dusk
traveling spinners
swirl towards their destiny
solitude once more
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
laboring cricket
tucked behind kitchen cupboard
Autumn's lullaby
drifting russet leaves
canopy on shadows
tears of Autumn's dusk
traveling spinners
swirl towards their destiny
solitude once more
Lou Ann
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.
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