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Category: Just Beauty
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Before I get into the dam update, I have to say this has been an absolutely beautiful, yet very prayerful, day. It rained all night, but when it came time to walk the critters, the dark clouds were packing up and blue sky was peeking through. Before too long, the sun had taken charge of the…
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Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn. ~Robert Brault
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It rained this afternoon! Not just a wimpy sprinkling, mind you, but a vigorous, committed downpour preceded by wind, thunder and everything! We could hear it in the house…like music to our ears. It didn't last long, but it stretched to other parched areas. My friend Nancy called from her place southeast of San Antonio…
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The moon overflowed into the dark livingroom this morning; its light poured through the french doors and splashed across the floor to my bedroom door, forming a path of light that beckoned me outside. How could I resist? And there it was, waiting for me just above the tree tops. Its radiance kissed my upturned face and chased shadows in the…
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…I would rise with the sun every morning and walk along the beach…I would spend every spare minute during the day searching for unique seashells, capturing images of the birds, the dunes, the grasses, the waves on my camera, feeling the sun kiss my shoulders, and cooling off in the surf…I would find a quiet…
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Keeping an eye out for beauty at the University of Texas yesterday, while I wandered…and finding it, of course…
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Tom and I are trying to slow down a little. We've been hitting the trails on our property the last couple of days, taking advantage of the sunshine and sub-100 degree temperatures while they both last. This evening, Charly, Max and Frankie all went with us, but yesterday the dogs wimped out and just Frankie tagged…
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Yellow rules our hollow these days. Except for the splash of purple at the dip in the road (my prairie verbena, still hanging in there), a few droopy Mexican hats and the red Indian blanket patches popping up in our little front yard, yellow is the color of the season; I counted at least six different shapes…
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"Hey Barb – come here! Quick!! Hurry!!" I dropped what I was doing and rushed into the bedroom, but figured Tom was just calling me to watch some poor squirrel try to maneuver around the "squirrel-proofing" he had rigged up on the birdfeeder outside the window. He had been keeping a close watch to see if…
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