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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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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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… you find the paperwork for your scheduled colonoscopy mixed in with the birthday cards in your mailbox. Oh, man … I really, really dread that test. Well, not so much the test itself as the "preparation" for the test. But I can't very well spout off about eating healthy and exercising if I don't take…
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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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Eggs … signs of new life …spring … rebirth … What a perfect symbol of Easter! And what a perfect gift from a grandmother to a grandchild … a symbol of the cycle of life. Every Easter for years and years my mother gave each of her grandchildren one of these beautiful hand-painted eggs. I…
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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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Belle is asleep on an old lounge chair cushion just outside the front door and within sight of her big brother, Max, sprawled on his bed. Belle. She climbed right into that name and it seems a perfect fit …the belle of the ball, the puppy princess. Her foster family called her "Thibodeaux" – too…
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Tomorrow morning Tom and I will head north for a pass-off from a stranger on the side of the road. We'll be meeting the newest member of our family for the first time, a Rottweiler mix puppy…and bringing her home. We hope she likes us. I've been a little nervous, worried about how Max will…
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I knew baby ducks followed their mamas all in a line, but…baby flowers? I took the dog and bird for a walk after work again today; it was just too perfect to go inside. I noticed this flower and its babies, all in a row, and had to run back for my camera…
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There's a war going on, all around us. A war that is fought every year, that sometimes gets violent, with flashes of light, rumbles of thunder, hailstones, flash floods. But some battles are quiet. You have to pay attention… you have to open your eyes to notice the green growing stronger day by day with…
Long Hollow 