Small round snowflakes float on air Bouncing, Seuss-like, here… and there. All the while the blue sky beams And I dream of yawns replacing screams. A snowy owl gazes... Read More
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… on the who outside the bathroom door
Late this morning, I was in the bathroom with, I’m ashamed to say, my phone, when I saw the screen light up with a notification. I finished drying my... Read More
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… on who transcended who
In the midst of a holiday season that sprinkled warmth and joy with pandemical particulates in each of our peripheral visions… A text. Two friends spotted a certain bird,... Read More
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… on welcoming christmas
My brain got busy this morning before there was even a hint of light in the still-snoozing sky. Not being able to get back to sleep, Belle and... Read More
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… on helping(ish) miss judy
So. Those of you who have been reading for a while might remember my summer neighbor, Miss Judy, especially from a post I called, ‘on driving miss judy‘. Miss... Read More
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… on ‘and yetting’ my way into christmas
Oh yeah, they came. Practice grandkids. Two of ’em. The family arrived this year with some traditional Christmas stuff (holiday jammies), and some I never imagined them bringing (proofs... Read More
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… on yours, mine, and ours
I have said (well, typed), more than once on these pages, that no one – not me or you or that guy over there – is just one thing.... Read More
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… on appreciating the whole show
A couple of weeks ago, just after late afternoon rain, I got a text from my friend from across the cove. It was a one-worder. “RAINBOW!!” I rushed from... Read More
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… on the lovings from, and of, a dawg
Every afternoon, usually between 2:00 and 3:00, JoHn heads into town to pick up a coffee and have a chat with the folks who own the Red Cup, our... Read More
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… on whispers from within
Here are the samenesses between Monet and his gardens at Giverny and me and my gardens in Maine. *Monet and I are/were/who-knows-may-be-again humans. *Monet and I both love/d gardens... Read More
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… on maintenance mode
A few seconds ago, I logged into this very space to write a new post and there was a message, which was pretty much this: “Hey, Lis, WordPress 54.3... Read More
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… on life marching
The truck is all packed. The last load of his clothes – mostly of which he brought down from his bedroom floor (yesterday) – are tumbling in the dryer.... Read More