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March, 2014, came in like a lion and left with all the grace of a water buffalo. The rain system that dumped four inches into the Concord River is still increasing the water level today. According to my neighbor, the … Continue reading
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And the Concord River rose up, up, up. Rain yesterday and more rain today. There are two rocks on the opposite shore that I use to measure the water height. When the rocks disappear, I need to worry. As I’m … Continue reading
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Like a biblical plague, a cackle of grackles descended upon my yard. The term ‘cackle’ comes from the sound the birds make. (Then why is a group of crows called a murder? I’ve never heard a crow shout “Off with … Continue reading
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Oh baby, she’s finally here!!! And not soon enough. I need to see green shoots peeking out of the soil. I need to feel the whisper of spring’s kiss. I need to smell the scents and hear the sounds of … Continue reading
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I’m tired of snow. There, I’ve written it. Mother Nature can sue me for all I care. I’m tired of the white, fluffy stuff falling on my river, on my birds, on my house! I’m not going to shovel, salt, … Continue reading
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Last night the clocks were turned forward, resulting in the loss of an hour. Do people turn clocks anymore or just push buttons? We need a new saying. Instead of “turning the clock forward,” we could say “pushing time forward.” … Continue reading
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It was one year ago today when I saw my little corner of the Concord River and fell in love instantly. It wasn’t the fact that I had seen soooooo many houses, over the previous months, with faulty wiring, moldy … Continue reading
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“One season following another … ” The changing of the seasons, like my river, flows steadily by. It seems only yesterday I was exchanging the lavender candles for the spiced pumpkin. Now, I crave the earthy pine candles. The roses … Continue reading
With a nod to the spaghetti western of 1966 (Really? Was it that long ago I fell in love with Clint?), here is my saga, set against the backdrop of the Concord River. The Good The hummingbird garden is in … Continue reading
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