Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Country Life
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In the soft gloom of an autumnal day, When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream of beauty, glides away. ~Sarah Helen WhitmanAmerican poet, 19th century Summer has slipped quietly away, packing her triple digit robes of glory and heading south, I guess. Autumn now greets me these mornings, wrapping…
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Monday morning I knew autumn had arrived, riding the tail of a brisk breeze from the north that dropped temperatures nearly twenty degrees. Robe wrapped tight and relishing the chill, I sipped coffee in my pajamas rocking on the deck of a log cabin nestled in the woods above a dry creek bed. We were at…
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The air felt stagnant and thick as I walked up to the road. The sky wasn't gray or pink or blue, just a weird mixture of the three. No hope of rain, no beautiful sunrise to make up for it, and not a whisper of a breeze. The puppies bounced beside me, eager for our walk,…
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Max stood still, letting the pond water soak through his thick fur. I watched him from a patch of shade on the hill above and marveled at the miracle of this pond. Rain is a distant memory, the lake has become a river, triple digit temperatures and blue skies seem neverending, and area wells are…
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Fall colors surround us, temperatures have dropped, but there's no touch of autumn in the air; daily highs still top 100 with nary a drop of rain. (Clouds congregrate at times, but even when tinged gray, I know they're just playing games with us.) We've had hot, dry summers before, though. One in particular stands…
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Have I mentioned it's hot? I don't even know how many triple digit days we've had now. Heck, I can't even remember when the high was less than 105! But then, heat makes your brain fuzzy. Even at dusk, when the puppies and I venture out for another walk, it feels like we're roasting in…
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Tom and Daniel headed out this morning for several days of fishing on the coast. Would you believe TG and I weren't invited? But that's okay with me. I wasn't even tempted to tag along. When I say they'll be "on the coast," I really mean "on the coast"! They're planning to park the truck right on the…
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Max has finished eating and lies still at my feet. We both stare out into the Hollow. Cicadas hum. Birds chatter back and forth. Heat hasn't yet white-washed the cloudless sky – its crisp blue stretches like a fresh-washed sheet from horizon to horizon. A cardinal whooshes from one tree to another, just a flash…
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Never, ever did I dream of being a waitress. And yet, here I am, spending a Saturday dressed in black, small apron neatly tied around my waist, order pad in hand… Life is so funny. I've stumbled into a job that feels like a hobby. Don't get me wrong… I work at it! I sweat…
Long Hollow 