Fay Risner's Blog – October 2013 Archive (5)

In the Ozarks near Schell City, Missouri reading books was an activity on evenings in the fall and winter when night came early. I remember the bare bulb suspended at the end of wires that disappeared into the ceiling and the string beside it that was used to turn it on and off. The heating stove divided the dining room and living room and broke the silence with its crackling and hissing as the wood Dad…

Whose idea was this orchard we started? It was 22 years ago. I say it was my husband, Harold, who thought of fruit trees. He says it was me. He remembers when his brother, Aubrey, gave me the plum tree sprout at the edge of his yard. It came from his neighbor, Mrs. Kosta's old tree so that tree bears her name. The pear trees came from a pasture we rented close to Hannan Lake. I started them from seed in a flower bed so…

A romance book is released written by Connie Risner. The title is Sunset Til Sunrise On Buttercup Lane. You can find the paperback version on Amazon. The ebook is in Nook and Kindle stores and soon to be on Smashwords.com.…

The sight might have looked like a natural phenomenon at first, but it wasn't. I just wished I'd have my camera with me. What happened was my mother-in-law uses every inch of her garden to plant something edible in. So one corner on the end next to the peach tree was where she planted a hill of…

The fall migration has begun. Geese and ducks fly low over us, heading south, and it reminds me of one wild duck that stopped at our house and stayed for awhile.

At one time, I had a large flock of white Muscovy ducks. The hens liked to hide their nests out like the chickens. As soon as the ducklings showed up with the mothers, I'd take the babies away. Some of the hen ducks had three…