Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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"I can't picture you in a hard hat," Bob from my church told me after reading "A View from a Catwalk". I've spent the last two days thumbing through thirteen years of photos in preparation for a DuPont reunion and thought of Bob every time I came across one of me in my hard hat.…
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Thank you for the love you have for each other, a love that has survived life's firing, its ups and downs, joys and heartbreaks. That looks past each other's idiosyncrasies and irritations into your hearts where love lies, releasing it to color everything you do with affection and patience. Thank you for your strength,…
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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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It rained today. For the first time in months, I heard thunder. I felt raindrops. I was at work, busy with customers and orders and separate checks, but even though I couldn't really dance in the rain, in my mind I imagined I was. And it felt great! Sweet! Last Sunday I met friends…
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"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer." - Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885 Wednesday night, alone on the Bistro patio after a special banquet, I bent over to un-velcro a small cushion from one of the metal chairs. Triple digit heat had given…
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How can you not have a groovy day when you start it by sipping coffee from this Flower-Power, Love and Peace-ful cup? It came straight from the Museum of Bethel Woods in Woodstock, New York, to me, via my sweet friend Mary Kay, and sends me straight back to my bedroom in the '60's when…
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"…and you need a helping hand. And nothing, nothing is going right…" "Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there…" I covered for our church secretary yesterday afternoon so she could keep a doctor's appointment. It doesn't pay much, but sitting in her chair even for a short time…
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In the soft gloom of an autumnal day, When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream of beauty, glides away. ~Sarah Helen WhitmanAmerican poet, 19th century Summer has slipped quietly away, packing her triple digit robes of glory and heading south, I guess. Autumn now greets me these mornings, wrapping…
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Monday morning I knew autumn had arrived, riding the tail of a brisk breeze from the north that dropped temperatures nearly twenty degrees. Robe wrapped tight and relishing the chill, I sipped coffee in my pajamas rocking on the deck of a log cabin nestled in the woods above a dry creek bed. We were at…
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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,…
Long Hollow 