Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Country Life
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Last night, our caliche road and metal roof glowed in the moonlight. I could see the trees along the creek dancing, and the wind was the song they danced to. Ah, summer nights.
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Tom and I spooned on the couch watching television, relaxed, content. I was pregnant with Tommy. "When we have the baby, will we still cuddle like this?" I don't remember Tom's answer, but I do know that having children made any kind of relaxing difficult for years, much less any cuddling…unless having one to three kids, and sometimes…
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Either the rain washed Frankie up, or he brought it, but we've got both right now…two answered prayers in one morning! First I heard the rain. It has to rain hard to be heard in our house, despite what they say about metal roofs. Then I spotted Frankie in the window! I hurried out…
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I hear the rhythmic crunching of my footsteps on the caliche road, the soft padding of Charly and Max beside me, their panting and my breathing, the wind whispering in my ear. I’m walking later than normal this morning – with the temperature hitting the 90’s early in the day (before…
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I haven’t seen Frankie in a week. He had gotten into the eight to five, Monday through Friday, routine – but last Friday he never showed, and all this week my window ledges have looked so empty without his little face peering in at me. He has the cutest eyes. Daniel heard him…
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We are living in a tinderbox, surrounded by parched junipers and oaks. A few of my purple flowers are still blooming, somehow (they are so tough!), but no pink is left on the mountain pinks, only their straw skeletons as reminders of their faded beauty. Everything else is drying up, turning to dust,…
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Yes, I’m obsessed, but he’s just so cute. (Can you imagine how I’ll be with grandkids?)
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A familiar face peered through the dining room window last Sunday. Frankie, the neighborhood wild guinea, came by to welcome us home. I hadn’t really been worried about him – my friend Mary Kay had spotted him a few times when we were off in Montana and she was feeding our dogs, and I had…
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A patch of small purple flowers blooms on the edge of our road where it dips and curves. I’m not sure when they first staked their claim in that spot. The first time I really noticed them, there was frost on their delicate petals, but it didn’t diminish the purple color, still bright and vivid…
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Do guineas make good house pets? I’m wondering about that right now because Frankie is sitting on the woodpile outside the window, looking in at me, watching me at the computer. He pecks at the wood looking for bugs every once in a while, but mostly he’s just peering in, and sometimes cocking his head…
Long Hollow 