DecaturSueWrites

this was written in 1988..... It's really chilly this mornin; I tell ya Spring is so durned unpredictable. Yesterday the temperature was 85, and today we'll do good if it gets up past 45. At least the sun come out. Maybe it'll be a pretty day, anyway. Sittin here, just a lookin out my kitchen window, I can see the City is tearin up the danged street again. A new sewer system this time. Every Spring they start tearin up the streets, and then there's dust all over everythin, more work for me. It feels really strange around here now, without Pete. Hard for me to believe he's really gone. Last night I was watchin the T.V., and somethin come on that i knew he'd get a kick out of. Thinkin he was in the kitchen, I yelled; "Hey Pete, come and check this out!" Then it dawned on me...Pete's gone. I'm sure gonna miss that man; he was good company. We used to do everythin together: if he went, I went. and lord that man kept me laughin, alw...

FALL IN DECATUR  A specialtime of year. I call it Brown Sugar Time, because now when I bake or cook I will use lots of Brown Sugar. The Leaves are changing color now and on Decatur Street, the magnificent oaks are ablaze again. Wet red brick streets sprinkled with fallen leaves.  Caramel apples are again available at Del's Popcorn Shop. Time to ride over to Arthur, to get Freshly pressed Apple cider from the Amish Orchard, a sweet Halloween treat whether ice cold or warmed with mulled spices. These are the signs of the continuity in my life. These are some of the reasons I stay. It's also time for the haunted Decatur Tours, and my spirited friends in the nearby cemetary will frolic for a time. This is a homey time of the year, makes me want to knit and quilt, makes me want to walk in the woods. And it mostly makes me want to bake, oh how I want to bake....with Brown Sugar of course......