Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Country Life
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Frankie, the neighborhood guinea widower, has been coming by every other day or so. He divides his time between our house and our neighbors’. If I see he’s here, I scoop up some bird seed and scatter it on the ground under the trees so he can make a hasty retreat…
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Just wanted to share these pictures from my morning walk… I love the sky all the time, but morning skies are especially gorgeous… Below is one of my favorite wildflowers – the Mountain Pink. They pop up at the beginning of summer just when everything else is fading, like splashes of pink paint or a…
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I love the wind. The wind reminds me that I’m alive. I can feel it all over, inside and out. It’s palpable passion, the strength, the invigorating feeling it gives. It makes me want to run, energizes me, makes me feel all things are possible, that I can do anything I want. Ideas…
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Ruthie and Frankie in happier days …
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I discovered Ruthie’s body yesterday morning – what was left of it – near the birdfeeder in our little front yard. A pile of her soft white feathers lay among the wildflowers, along with enough other parts for me to know she was gone. She was one of a pair of wild guineas…
Long Hollow 