Six years. Six years without a soul dog. Without a dog velcro’d to my side. I’d only looked seriously at one dog in all that time, and it wasn’t... Read More
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… on spring’s surprise(s)
This spring has been kind of a blur, and I cannot remember if I told you about the wood ducks! That, up there, is a wood duck. Early one... Read More
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… on focal point(s)
Spring took it’s sweet and flowery time arriving on our fingerling peninsula here in Maine, and I don’t want to say that it made me cranky or anything but... Read More
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… on grief, the invitation
I opened the front door slowly After knockings barely heard No one stood there on the porch No one said a word My gaze fell on an envelope Tucked... Read More
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… on gardening in the shade
That’s a hellebore. They are funky and strangely mysterious and I love them. Here are some more… Very cool. There are oodles of myths and legends surrounding hellebores –... Read More
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… on what she feels
I took this photo of Blaze a little while ago. I’d been looking at her, trying to look into her. What do you know? What are you thinking? How... Read More
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… on the temporary puppy
He was… Yeah. Was. Marshal Dillon Dingle was supposed to be a temporary puppy. We were supposed to take him in for a night, during which a friend was... Read More
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… on an awakening
There is something wondrously cool about Wait. Just to be all kinds of honest and authentic, that – up there ^ – is not a tulip I grew. It... Read More
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… on jerk ducks
No, silly. That is not a jerk duck right there, that is ChickHen. She is looking sad-ish because this morning I went outside and called to her and Cockadoodle... Read More
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… on the inspection status
So, I was a little worried because there was wind and snow and freezing rain forecast for today and what if Cockadoodle Drake and ChickHen decided to postpone the... Read More
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… on dreams coming true
So. I was walking past the farmer…s….’s…s’ porch door (label depending, of course, on the number of farmers who gather there, or how many think they own it)… anyway,... Read More
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… on being in it together
The greys, the blacks, the blues, the reds They land amongst my flower beds All covered now, with mounds of white A singing songing hue’d delight Three walk the... Read More