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Category: Critters
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"An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day." ~Henry David Thoreau "Lovely flowers are the smiles of God's goodness." ~William Wilberforce "Love all God's creation, the whole Earth and every grain of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's light … If you love everything, you will perceive…
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Max wants to get in on the fun, since Dad's not yelling … Belle is fascinated by shovels and pick-axes! Makes it tough to do any digging! (In case you're wondering … yes, Tom somehow managed to get the crape myrtles planted, despite all the "help"!)
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There's an element of ritual in my morning walk, a set of events that have a rhythm I've come to expect, and I guess, take for granted. The beat might vary a bit on any given day, but it's essentially the same … I step out the front door. Max and Belle are lying there,…
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Right outside of my window this morning, like they staged it just for me: Max and Belle playing together. They had (what was left of) the Green Squeaky Fish. Belle would roll on her back with the fish in her mouth, Max would play-nip at her, then grab a piece of the toy and pull.…
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Our front porch resembles a playpen these days, with toys scattered from one end to another – a big puppy playpen. Belle has been busy, recovering from the woods stuffed creatures long buried and forgotten … along with some of Tom's leather gloves and tools he left lying around, forgetting there's a scavenging puppy on…
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Another birthday has rolled around somehow. Fifty-one just seems anti-climatic, doesn't it? Not nearly as exciting as fifty, but still just as unreal. Age really is just a number … now I understand. For years I've taken my Birthday-Day off to spend as I please, a gift for myself. Tom often takes the day off,…
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Candles flicker, casting shadows. The lights are dimmed and I sit near the back, watching the flames. It's quiet – so quiet I hear the ringing in my ears over the distant sounds of cars passing the church. I almost talked myself into just staying home. I feel so tired … what if I fall…
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Chores, lists, bills, a book, all waiting for me, starving for attention, calling my name like a bunch of squabbling kids as soon as I step through the door. I ignore them – I'm getting good at that. Actually, I think I've always been good at that. Instead, I call the…
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"Stay, Belle. I'll be home soon." She looked up at me from her cushion next to the front door, surrounded by Max's entire collection of stuffed toys, plus the ones Daniel and I brought home from our shopping trip yesterday (a fish, an abstract Santa, a lobster… we learned the hard way not to…
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I felt Tom slip out of bed early this morning. Heard him go out the front door, out onto the porch right outside my window. Smiled, hearing his voice venture close to baby talk when greeting Belle (he'll deny it.) He crossed the length of the porch followed by Max, their images passing by the windows…
Long Hollow 