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... 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?... Read More
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… on the hat
When the kids were much less tall than they are today, we often read a book by Jan Brett, called The Mitten. It was… well,... Read More
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… on an inn, empty
“Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.” – Alphonse de Lamartine “Just one tiny human isn’t here, and the entire house... Read More
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… on quietly ponderin’ an old man’s shovel
That shovel above did not belong to the Old Yankee Man, no way… because plastic. But seeing it there, outside the back door this morning, reminded... Read More
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on empty chairs
It is an odd thing, this sandwich generation thing. The kids are off on their new adventures, and my dictatorship is starting to crumble. I... Read More
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… on packing for a trip
Yesterday was a beautiful day. Exactly the type of day that Grampa would have loved to be a part of. And he was. Family... Read More