Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Country Life
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The dust disappeared about mid-morning yesterday. I noticed the sunshine seemed a bit brighter and the sight of the yellow wildflowers dancing in the breeze made me happy. Just thinking of their movement as dancing let me know my vision was beginning to clear. It didn't even matter that I was settling in for hours…
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Belle just knows she and Frankie would have a lot of fun playing together … it wouldn't hurt to ask, right? Hey Frankie, wanna play? Huh? Do ya? For the millionth time, NO! (Don't worry – there were no injuries … except hurt feelings.)
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What happened to that sweet little puppy we brought home a few weeks ago? We were so worried big old Max would hurt her … little did we know she's a rocket, made of rubber and springs and things that wiggle and chew … packed full of puppy energy and Joie de Vie. I'm thinking there's…
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Max appeared at the back door the other morning just at sunup, soaking wet from head to toe. Now, this dog loves water – he'll lie down in a 3-inch deep mud puddle and even in the middle of winter, he'll angle off into the woods to take a dip in one of the ponds…
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What were you thinking? This is our neighborhood! There are no public trashcans lining this road, only wildflowers. Keep your cans in your car! (No, your car is NOT too good for your own trash.) Listen, I am not your mother. Heck, even if I was, I wouldn't be cleaning up your trash. If you're…
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"An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day." ~Henry David Thoreau "Lovely flowers are the smiles of God's goodness." ~William Wilberforce "Love all God's creation, the whole Earth and every grain of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's light … If you love everything, you will perceive…
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Max wants to get in on the fun, since Dad's not yelling … Belle is fascinated by shovels and pick-axes! Makes it tough to do any digging! (In case you're wondering … yes, Tom somehow managed to get the crape myrtles planted, despite all the "help"!)
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There's an element of ritual in my morning walk, a set of events that have a rhythm I've come to expect, and I guess, take for granted. The beat might vary a bit on any given day, but it's essentially the same … I step out the front door. Max and Belle are lying there,…
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Right outside of my window this morning, like they staged it just for me: Max and Belle playing together. They had (what was left of) the Green Squeaky Fish. Belle would roll on her back with the fish in her mouth, Max would play-nip at her, then grab a piece of the toy and pull.…
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