Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Country Life
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Have you entered the $100 Visa card giveaway yet? The one sponsored by BlogHer and Purina where all you have to do is click on this link HERE to go to my review blog and leave me a comment telling me about a special moment you share with your dog or dogs each day? If you…
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My bougainvilla is blooming. It might not seem like a big deal, but in this dry hollow where the wildflowers are fading, I longed for a blast of color. I thought it was too late, thought I'd been too neglectful. The original blossoms were long gone; it wasn't dead, but it was down to mere…
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Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. ~ Khalil Gibran I rose early to see a loved one off on a tough adventure, with a prayer that their perseverance pays off… either that or that they learn to be flexible if things don't work out the way…
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Yes, we've been married for 49 "Friday the 13th"s now, starting with our wedding day. Tom is the one keeping count. This afternoon he greeted me with "Happy 49th Anniversary!" I don't know how he does it – I can barely keep track of my age these days, but it makes me feel good that…
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Well, I guess I gave it away in the title. Rain keeps flirting with us here in the Hollow. This morning the sky opened up full force – for about three seconds. But the faucet kept dripping… I felt drops on my head all during our walk. I carried an umbrella just in case the…
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Rumbles and growls .. pewter sky … flashes of light … puddles on glistening pavement … wet caliche … dogs cowering in the laundry room … setting sun reaching through thick clouds, painting the Hollow golden. It rained this afternoon. Sweet!
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Glancing up or back or out of a window just in time to see something that makes you forget what you're doing for a few moments and just sigh. Passing our French doors yesterday morning, something on the edge of my vision caught my eye. I turned just as a Great Blue Heron glided past…
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I watched her glide from one end of the hollow to the other, riding the gusty wind currents like a surfer rides a wave, shifting ever so slightly to stay in the drift. She went all the way from my left to my far right without a single flap of her wings. Beautiful. I don't…
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I finished up my run on the treadmill, stepped around the couch, flipped the square coffee table on its side to make room on the rug for my sit-ups and stretches… …and that's when I saw this… Well, not this exact centipede, although it did cross my mind to run upstairs and get my camera……
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