Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Sweet!
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My socks may not match, but my feet are always warm. ~Maureen McCullough The drought took its toll on many of the oak trees in the Hollow. But Tom found the good in that this past weekend by cutting up the dead ones into woodburning stove sized pieces. Our woodpile had dwindled so much…
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After several days of gray skies and temperatures below freezing, the sun finally made an appearance yesterday afternoon. And the clouds even stayed away long enough for me to say hello to a half moon and a sky full of stars that dripped all the way to the tree tops.…
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I'm still behind on emails and blog reading and writing my children's story, which means I still haven't figured out how to squeeze more time out of a day, but… …from the back porch I can see the hollow changing colors; and hear the music of our little waterfall joined by a chorus of…
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There was roast pig and birthday cake. Wine and dancing. A gorgeous sunset over the hills. A warm fire. Familiar faces. Laughter and hugs. 50th birthdays are the best! I love helping friends celebrate them, especially when it means I get to spend time with my son and daughter-in-law… …
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I made another overnight trip to the Houston area this weekend to visit my mom. Because of the weather forecast, I expected to be driving in rain coming and going. And dreaded it something fierce! So what a sweet! surprise to have sunshine to and from Houston, with the predicted rain passing through early this…
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Long ago I dreamed of having the job I have now…only I didn't know what it was at the time. Does that make sense? As with any entrepreneurial endeavor, it's agonizingly slow getting started, but I'm confident in my abilities and that I'm on the right track. That's sweet! all by itself. (But if you,…
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When it rains, you grow. ~ On a local church sign I woke to the sound of rain Sunday morning. Such a sweet sound when you live near a lake that now resembles a creek after months…well, years…of too much sunshine and too little precipitation. Tonight the frogs living near our pond are singing…