Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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Our oldest, Tommy, and his girlfriend, Kirby, came in last night. We had a fun evening – spent some time talking on the front porch… Tom fixed fajitas… Tommy mixed up some "Red-Headed Bitch" margaritas (the mix was one of Kirby's graduation gifts) that tasted a lot like cherry sno-cones… and then we watched a…
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Gray skies. Gray thoughts. Thinking of disappointment on my walk this morning, for some reason… how people who are close to us may disappoint us – our friends, our family – but how easily and often we also disappoint them, with our words, actions, or non-actions. The government disappoints us, like our episode with the…
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I love waking up to moonlight splashing across the floor. It draws me outside, captures me in its spell and makes me late for work. Worth it, though. I finally captured the Morning Moon's photograph earlier this week; after a dozen bad shots, he took pity on me and smiled…
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It rained today. A real honest to goodness thunderstorm shook things up around here, one that erased the blue from the sky and lasted for more than just a few minutes. Deer galloped in groups across the golf courses near me and huddled under trees like they were confused yet excited about this wonderful, refreshing…
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I've been packing a lot into my life lately, both by choice and necessity. I've been skimping on sleep at a time when I need to be getting more, stressing over finances, kids and property/neighbor issues. But there are times when skimping on sleep is exactly the right thing to do – especially if it's…
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Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of. ~Benjamin Franklin I don't think I'm guilty of time-squandering. Even with my tennis shoes on, Time is outrunning me these days. Another weekend has snuck up on me and I haven't really mentioned the last one. Maybe I just…
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I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well. DIANE ACKERMANAmerican writer and naturalist, present day Remember that Garth Brooks song, "The River"? It popped into my head this morning and is…
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It's only been two weeks since Tom hurt his back bowling. It had gotten better, but I'm pretty sure he stretched Dr. Oz's advice a bit far Saturday… A few hours later, he was back in bed, lying on a heating pad. (can you hear me sighing?) I only have time for a quick post…
Long Hollow 