As I write this morning, Maine still exists in darkness outside my screen porch. The post lantern is on, as is the one that... Read More
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… on lessons in the sillies
Light dancing on wind-rippled peaks… we Dingles refer to this as ‘sparkle water’. There is also ‘sparkle snow’, But this requires snow, and is... Read More
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… on the sun rising again (again)
*** 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 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 (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 signs being signs
Signs, signs, everywhere a sign Blockin’ out the scenery Breakin’ my mind Do this, don’t do that Can’t you read the sign? That Five... 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