Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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Yes…that's a deer leg. No…it's not a toy deer leg. And no, Max and Belle didn't kill it – we're sure now that the dead thing I spotted at the corner last week was a deer after all, and whoever/whatever killed it wasn't interested in the legs. My dogs must have found them (we…
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I hoped to put my morning walk off until later, when the sun was higher (better light, better photos) and I had finished my work-out (the longer I put it off, the less likely I am to do it! It's better to catch myself before I'm fully awake!) But Belle spotted me through the window;…
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There was something different about my walk yesterday morning. It felt magical, like I was in a Disney movie… everything washed in a golden light. No humidity. No bugs. Just perfect. Dreamlike. Maybe that's it… maybe I was still caught in a dream, still a step behind from a late night writing. If so, it's…
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For Jillsy's One Word Wednesday… the word is "sweet", and of course, being Daniel's 22nd birthday, all I could think of is what a sweet soul, a sweet spirit he has and he is. I've already written one whole post about him in honor of his birthday (click HERE to read it and more about…
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Saturday I sang happy birthday to Daddy in person and watched him blow out his big "84" candles. What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. It was a very low key weekend, just what I needed. We glanced through Daddy's college yearbooks – Texas Tech '47 and '48 (By '49 he was a Highway…
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Last weekend I was surrounded by survivors… not the kind that sleep outside and eat bugs and face other challenges they take on voluntarily, but the real kind of survivors… the ones who encounter huge obstacles along their life road they didn't expect and don't want, but who keep going, head down during the toughest…
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Today's my Daddy's 84th birthday. He complains about this or that, like not being able to think of the word he needs that's on the tip of his tongue, or not having the energy he used to have… but these are things I'm already dealing with! He's got scars from top to bottom, thanks to…
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Another gorgeous autumn morning, crisp and clear. The puppies were frisky and darted into the woods after something, in the direction of an upstream pond. I followed, relishing the tall grassy field, laughing at Belle hopping through it, and sighing when I saw the reflections on the surface of the water… We made our way…
Long Hollow 