Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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I've mentioned before how acrobatic my little Belle is, that I thought she must be descended from circus dogs… Now I believe it more than ever! Would you believe she has learned to stand and walk just on her hands, er, front paws? (Where's Ellen's number?) Nah, not really. It's April Fool's Day, remember? This is…
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I ordered the whole Grad Pack – personalized invitations, portraits, diploma frame, cap and gown, thank you notes with return address labels – one click and it was done. So easy and overall cheaper than just buying the invitations and cap and gown. Go figure. (Oh, I know full well there's nothing cheap about college.…
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Backpacking for days in the semi-wilderness of Big Bend, just Tom and Daniel … That's how they've spent the past several spring breaks, except for one, sharing moonlight, sunlight, water and a tent … and engraving memories in their hearts they can share forever. Memories like this sunrise they witnessed from a cliff, waiting in…
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I've been unplugged most of today, spending time with my weary travelers, enjoying Daniel's photos from Big Bend and soaking up the sunshine. (I'll post a few of his photos later – he got some great ones!) Now Tom's not-so-patiently waiting for me to watch a movie, so I promised this would be a quick…
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I've been home alone for the past few days, holding down the fort, while the rest of my bunch have been out having Spring Break fun. I didn't begrudge them heading out for fun and adventure while I had to work – I take an annual Fall Break, an escape to the coast with girlfriends.…
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Gypsy dogs love an open road … a new scent … an empty field with tall grass. Gypsy dogs love adventure. They don't care that you took a day off work to lay electric wire around a perimeter to keep them in, to keep them safe, or that you worry about them and miss them…
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Old books are precious treasure for me, no matter what the subject. Art within and without. A window where I can peer straight into history. My son recently took possession of these. He feels the same as I do about books. Even old books. I can see it in his eyes. And I can't…
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I knew it. I could see it on their faces yesterday when we tried to get them into the van. Yep, it's true. They love Ginger more than me. Or at least Ginger's yard. Or dogs. Or driveway. Something up there is irresistible to my dogs – worth the trek through the valley and up…
Long Hollow 