Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Country Life
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"The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough." ~ Rabindranath Tagore The Hollow is filled with butterflies these days… word got out about all of the beautiful wildflowers, I suppose. Many of them are too quick for me and my camera, but this beauty stayed put long enough for me to snap several shots. …
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The sun finally broke through the clouds today… both those above my head and the ones in my heart. I can think about Frankie, imagine him in his place at the French doors and even look at his pictures without crying, thanks to friends who have shown such compassion and understanding of my sorrow.…
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I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……
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There's nothing more terrible than finding the lifeless body of something – someone – you love. Frankie didn't meet my car when TG and I pulled up this afternoon, but I thought I heard him answer from the woods when I called his name. I went down to the house, greeted the dogs, gave them…
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I'm a girl from the suburbs. I grew up with sidewalks, with the option of jumping on my bike to go anywhere I wanted to go, but with an illusion born of desire that the horse pasture across the street was "the country" (anyone else ever fish for crawdads in a sewage ditch?) Down our…
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My heart is soaring today, straight up into the cloudless summer blue sky. I'm not sure why and I'm not going to question it… when I least expect it the clouds will roll in and cast their shadows, but for now I'm enjoying it. It could be due to the sunshine… we had a few…
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I thought I better post this right away. My friend Leslie called to get the scoop on Frankie. For some reason I stepped outside to talk to her and guess what I heard? Frankie's special night time trill coming from the direction of his tree! I called his name to make sure it wasn't just…
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It's not what a parent likes to confess, but lately Max and Belle have been misbehaving. I mostly blame Max – he knows better and Belle is just a baby, following his lead. And he's leading her to team up against Frankie. Yes, Frankie is a bully. I don't like bullies, but he's a little…
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At dawn the hollow was bathed in an ominous yellow-green as if someone had swathed the sun in colored tissue paper. Thunderstorms were on their way. It figured that this was the day I picked to run errands. By the time I dressed and stepped outside, racing to get a walk in before the storm hit,…
Long Hollow 