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Category: Morning Walks
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"Because Christ rose from the dead, we know that sin and death and Satan have been decisively defeated." ~ Billy Graham It rained today. Normally, that's not what you want on Easter Sunday, but when you're in the middle of a drought like we are, rain is an Easter blessing. And then the sun came…
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The schools are closed for Spring Break, the winery is always closed on Monday, Tom had the day off, and it was cold in the house this morning. Do you blame me for sleeping in a little? Because of daylight savings time, the sun was just creeping down the hills into the hollow when I…
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Belle waited just outside the French doors, hopeful I'd appear and be reminded of our morning walk. I stepped out, surprised at the balmy temperatures and blue skies. I had expected a chilly, drizzly morning. With no worries about rain, I grabbed my camera and we headed down the dirt road to one of Max's…
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I took a quick overnight road trip with a friend Friday. We stayed in cute little apartments with screened porches set in a woodsy area full of walking paths… a great place to take deep breaths and relax and take a break from the rest of the world. There was wine, laughter, and great…
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A brisk north wind roared through the hollow this morning, whisking cobwebs from the corners of my brain and slapping my face with its cold hands, saying "Wake up! Look around at this glorious morning! Isn't it great to be alive?" I love the wind. It has felt like spring the past few days, and…
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My dad is still in the hospital following his little stroke earlier this week, but he's stable and should be able to go home tomorrow. However, considering his health history and his stubborn determination to no longer follow the heart/diabetic healthy diet he's followed for a couple of decades, I doubt this is the…
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A thick blanket of fog settled on the Hollow every morning earlier this week. Heading out on my walks, I could only see a few steps ahead before the fog obscured the path. Isn't that the perfect metaphor for life, that our paths are hidden, clouded by so many unknowns? And yet we know…
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There's a big empty space in my living room now. My middle son came home this weekend and helped me pack up the memories and cart the tree downstairs to its place in the storage room. (Daniel also helped Tom cut and carry firewood. We love it when he comes home!) Usually my rocking chair…
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