Kathy A. BradleyAug 9, 2015RSVPThe front porch at Sandhill is a room with no walls. I have sat here to watch the sunset blaze with colors from the Crayola 64 box, to...
Kathy A. BradleyJul 25, 2015Misty Water-Colored MemoriesI know these colors so well. These pale and luminous colors of sand and sea and sky. These colors that melt and morph into each other...
Kathy A. BradleyJul 12, 2015Bread, Wine, and BlueOn the Fourth of July, I walk outside and hoist the flag and drive into town to the Farmer’s Market where I buy three fat tomatoes from a...
Kathy A. BradleyJun 28, 2015Stuck in the Middle with SnakesThe first snake skin of the season appeared about six weeks ago, stretched out in a long line across the concrete of the carport in...
Kathy A. BradleyJun 18, 2015The Worthiness of RainAcross the field I could hear it coming, like the rustling of a thousand pages, the whispers of a thousand lovers, the lifting of a...
Kathy A. BradleyMay 31, 2015Water, Water EverywhereThe clouds that teased rain have drifted away to empty themselves elsewhere and I am left to do the watering myself. I have planted...
Kathy A. BradleyMay 22, 2015New and Improved Back in 2004 three hurricanes brought a LOT of water to southeast Georgia in quick succession and, as a result, Sandhill was left with a...