*** This morning, I was listening to the radio. It was one of the satellite radio vintage rock stations, and I’d just finished listening to... Read More
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… on some very belated support
Having a blog and also having friends (which I highly recommend) can lead straight into awkward on some occasions. Like, let’s say my friend... Read More
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… on a whale of a time
Sunday is Day of Rest. JoHn – the Nearly Perfect Husband – and I (and certain deities) are all in on this concept. We... Read More
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… on cloud water memories
Early yesterday morning I stepped from cool granite to dewed grass, making my way down to the water. It was pre-dawn, the colors just... Read More
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… on navigating into the after-storm
When we have a big storm here, the most beautiful part – to me – is the next morning. The clouds are giving the... Read More
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… on the incredibleness of gifts
Me: “Oh my gosh!” Gift Giver: “It’s just a little something.” Or maybe they say, “I didn’t know what to get so.” Or, “Don’t get too... Read More
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… on glowing gardens and growing kids
Last night, I was so lucky to be a guest at the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens Gardens Aglow preview event. I know, that’s a... Read More
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… on a last ride (until the next first)
We’re easing into late fall, light morning frosts hinting at what’s to come. I’m pretty sure this photo was taken during our last ride... Read More
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… on beauty in dark and light
Yesterday morning, the water beneath and beyond our dock was filled with fog. It cast a veil over the recently risen sun, the effect... Read More
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… on (my) canine aspirations
There she is. Her Royal Highness, The Princess Bunny-Blaze. Daughter of the beloved, much-titled (and sometimes entitled) Brielle ‘The Bunny’ Vom Traumhoff, and granddaughter of the incredible,... Read More
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… on intro to boating (canine edition)
So… what’s the best gift you can give a little Rescue Hownd, who wants to be by your side no matter what? Like, even... Read More
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… on being silly putty
I Want to be Silly Putty Old photographs, From an old box Tucked into the loft Of an old barn How long since I’ve... Read More