Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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I was sitting on the back deck yesterday morning, waiting for Max to finish his breakfast, when a small cardinal flew up and landed on the railing right in front of me. I'd love to believe he just wanted to greet me with a warm Good morning! which is what I told him, but I…
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Who says you can only celebrate big on the milestone years? For over a year my high school classmates and I danced and WA-HOO!ed our way through our 50th birthdays. Now all of the stragglers (those babies of the class of '77) have caught up while others are moving on to 51. But the parties haven't stopped. Why should…
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Wa-rhoof…wa-rhoof…wa-rhoof…wa-rhoof…. I was still in my nightgown, getting ready for church, but Max's slow and steady barking, persistent, methodical and seemingly neverending, finally pulled me out of the house yesterday morning. What the heck is he barking about? I'm glad I went to investigate, because this is what I saw…
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Yep, it's the weekend! And, man, am I glad to see him….her…it. Whatever. I'm just glad it's Friday! I'm playing hooky from work (with permission) to attack my to-do lists and try to perform miracles. Yeah, yeah, I know I was off Wednesday because of the snow, but it kept me so mesmerized that I…
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I thought of it yesterday morning, but my brain is too busy these days. There's too much traffic, too much coming and going. Or maybe as I get older I just can't handle this much activity. At any rate, the thought was lost in the crowd. It fought its way back through the throngs, re-appearing…
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The window beside me frames a winter scene I never expected to see – gentle white flakes floating down from a gray sky, frosting the tops of the cedars and oaks. The little creek cuts across a white landscape. The waterfall seems energized, excited by the rare snow, just as I am. The waterfall is more…
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It's been almost ten years, but I can still remember that suffocating weight of construction loan deadlines, knowing if we didn't finish what we needed to by a certain date, everything we had accomplished up to that point would vanish…poof!…like sawdust on a windy day – along with all of our money, dreams…everything. The deadlines press down on you, squeezing the breath…
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My husband Tom loves to go to Hooter's. He swears it's only for the hot wings. Yeah, I'm rolling my eyes, too. But I have to admit, I'm starting to believe him. For the past few weeks he has been a man on a mission, trying to figure out how to duplicate the hot wings at…
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I've been trying to follow through on my vow to stop procrastinating by thinking ahead to Valentine's Day and wondering what the heck to get my Valentine? I'm running out of time! I need ideas! He'll frown on spending money, so that rules out tools and clothes. He's always complaining about my collections, my knick-knacks and mementos…
Long Hollow 