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I'm not really blaming the moon for anything. It accompanied me on one of my morning walks this week and I just wanted to share the photos with you. I just thought it was a catchy title! I slept in this morning. I've looked forward to it for days and it lived up…
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Cedar Waxwings have returned to the Hollow! A huge flock of them graced the tall leafless willows near the pond most of the morning, just kind of hanging out. I ventured as near as I dared and snapped about a thousand photos with my zoom. I'm not sure if any of the pics will do…
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Today I went to a friend's Facebook page to wish her a happy 90th birthday, and that's how I found out author/artist Frances Nail passed away, sometime before Christmas. So she probably didn't see the note I scrawled on my Christmas card to her…"I hope to see you in the coming year!" If she did,…
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epiph·a·ny noun \i-ˈpi-fə-nē\ Epiphany : a Christian festival held on January 6 in honor of the coming of the three kings to the infant Jesus Christ : a moment in which you suddenly see or understand something in a new or very clear way Yesterday was Epiphany in the Catholic world. It's the 12th day after…
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…and I'm glad of it! We've needed the rain! Ponds are filling up and I'm already envisioning the fields of wildflowers we'll have in the spring. The rain brought other gifts, too. I've been trying to capture a tiny reflection in a raindrop for a long, long, long time.…
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I got a letter this past weekend. A real letter, written just to say hi, how are you, I'm thinking of you, and catch me up on the doings of my friend's life. What he's working on, what he's reading, what he's thinking about. It wasn't a required letter – a thank…
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Baby girls twirl into your life a sweet pink rush of kisses and hugs and giggles, petticoats and tiaras, soccer cleats and mudpies, baby dolls and bicycles, makeup and skinned knees, spitfire and swallowed tears. They're a wonder to behold, an ever-changing blessing. At 6:59 pm, twenty-two years ago this evening,…
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1. I've captured Belle leaping three days in a row now. All I had to do was write about how I kept getting distracted at the last minute, and BOOM! now I stay focused. It took about fifty years, but I've finally figured out how to manipulate myself. How do you trick, er, train yourself?…
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Dawn is waking to rain and thunder this morning. She must have pulled the covers back over her head because the Hollow is still dark outside my window, except for occasional flashes of lightning. On a normal morning, the puppies and I would already be out on the dirt road, saying hello to the new…
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Friday my mother thought Daddy was having a stroke. She's seen enough of them to recognize the symptoms in him. He wouldn't let her call an ambulance, so she called my sister, who in turn called me en route to their house. The kids and I already had plans to leave early yesterday morning to…
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