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Category: Just Beauty
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After a rowdy, adventurous beginning, Spring Break opted to slow things down with a hammock-napping final weekend. (Just a figure of speech – our hammock met its demise, with the help of Belle, last spring or so. I need to remind Tom to put that on his Craig's List, um, list.) So we didn't actually…
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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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Wildflowers are waking up, dotting the caliche roadside. Mostly yellow for now, although Tom said he spotted some small blue ones. (He cheats – he has bifocals and can wear his glasses all the time.) So yesterday morning I switched camera lenses and turned my attention from the treetops, where I'd been searching for birds,…
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Growing up in Texas, my memories of tea don't involve delicate cups and saucers, but instead revolve around Mama's fresh brewed sweet tea, served ice cold in tall jelly glasses. The only thing I drank hot from a cup was coffee or hot chocolate, and any knowledge of "tea time" came from one of my…
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I can't believe it's already Friday again, and I haven't yet mentioned what a fantastic weekend I had… a week ago! It was a weekend with friends, and that's always wonderful, but what made this even better is having friends meet friends meet friends… It started simple enough. Shari and Robert made plans to come…
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The trio of crape myrtles at the top of our walk are bare, just bunches of naked gray branches with nary a leaf, much less the beautiful pink blossoms they flaunted last summer. And yet I know somewhere inside those gray-brown forlorn branches, new buds are waiting. They are biding their time, waiting for the…
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Thomas Merton said that, not me. But I like it. I spend my day in silence. In prayer. In the mornings, it's just me, the dogs and my thoughts. Most of the day I'm on my own in a little office with very little co-worker conversation. At night, Tom sighs and leaves me to the…
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I woke to a Winter Wonderland, Central Texas style (translation: an inch or so of snow) Not quite enough to cover the rocks, but hey, you northern people, don't laugh! It's like icing on a cake, and you know, icing makes everything taste better! Or in this case, look better… and also justifies freezing our…
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In my laundry room, there's a huge old rug stretched across the concrete floor, and the room has been puppy-proofed to the best of my ability. Maybe not Belle-proofed (I think that's pretty much impossible!) but at least dangerous, tempting items like window cleaner have been moved to higher shelves. It would be such a…
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Do you remember the photo above from way back in the fall, before my camera smacked the concrete and all I had for weeks was my zoom lens with which to capture images of Long Hollow? Well, last weekend, if you remember, my fabulous "I-can-fix-anything" husband fixed said broken lens, the one that allowed…
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