Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Critters
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Daniel heard whimpers from the edge of our porch. Following the sound, he discovered our neighbor's dog, Haley, lying in the dirt. Cuts covered her body – her eye, her paws, her belly, her thigh – blood oozing, but thankfully, not pouring out. He helped her up onto the porch. She couldn't walk on her…
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Last week, I took these photos of the pond in the hills… As you can see, I use the word "pond" lightly… Instead of a pond, I think it had become a nightclub for raccoons! Looks like they have some pretty good dance moves down! But then, something magical happened… It rained! All it took…
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea. ~e.e. cummings For the past few weeks, I've felt like a jumping bean, hopping from one project to the next, never quite finishing one before moving on to another, mentally filling to overflowing a shelf…
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It's a toss-up which I love the best, autumn's electric blue sky stretching cloudless from horizon to horizon or summer's sky of robin blue, dotted with cloud-dogs and cloud-dragons and cloud-ships. But even I, lover of blue skies and sunshine, can appreciate the beauty of a stormy sky, of the grays and pinks… …of…
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The air felt stagnant and thick as I walked up to the road. The sky wasn't gray or pink or blue, just a weird mixture of the three. No hope of rain, no beautiful sunrise to make up for it, and not a whisper of a breeze. The puppies bounced beside me, eager for our walk,…
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Max stood still, letting the pond water soak through his thick fur. I watched him from a patch of shade on the hill above and marveled at the miracle of this pond. Rain is a distant memory, the lake has become a river, triple digit temperatures and blue skies seem neverending, and area wells are…
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My excuse for not doing laundry… Who wants to do laundry with two big stinky shedding dogs sprawled across the laundry room floor? This is where they spend much of their time these days (and part of the nights – it doesn't cool down quickly!) I swept up enough dog hair off that floor the…
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Have I mentioned it's hot? I don't even know how many triple digit days we've had now. Heck, I can't even remember when the high was less than 105! But then, heat makes your brain fuzzy. Even at dusk, when the puppies and I venture out for another walk, it feels like we're roasting in…
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Max has finished eating and lies still at my feet. We both stare out into the Hollow. Cicadas hum. Birds chatter back and forth. Heat hasn't yet white-washed the cloudless sky – its crisp blue stretches like a fresh-washed sheet from horizon to horizon. A cardinal whooshes from one tree to another, just a flash…
Long Hollow 