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Did I miss a memo or email? One day I’m feeding a hungry horde of ducks… …and the next day, none! Not a soul. Hurricane Florence blew through and took my ducks with her, I think. I fed my flock … Continue reading
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Did I miss a memo or email? One day I’m feeding a hungry horde of ducks… …and the next day, none! Not a soul. Hurricane Florence blew through and took my ducks with her, I think. I fed my flock … Continue reading →
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I refuse to accept the truth. Therefore, I will live in a state of denial. Care to join me? It’s hard to believe summer is ending. How did Labor Day get here so quickly? Wasn’t it yesterday that I posted … Continue reading →
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A Summer’s Day Black bees on the clover-heads drowsily clinging, Where tall, feathered grasses and buttercups sway; And all through the fields a white sprinkle of daisies, Open-eyes at the setting of day. Oh the heaps of sweet roses, sweet … Continue reading →
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The Concord River woke this week to a world of white–a little snow and birds. Actually, a lot of snow and one bird. But they were both white. A swan visited, taking my breath away and giving the ducks something … Continue reading →
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Never in a million years! It’s just that, as years go, 2016 wasn’t all that great. Sure, sure, I wrote and published a second book, which is now available on Amazon. (Shameless plug.) However, publishing my two books were pretty … Continue reading →
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There once was a hawk and a rock, on the rock the creatures would stop. ‘I say,’ said the hawk, ‘Why do you sit on that rock, when my talons are a nicer place to stop?’ Blessed be :} Save
This story comes to you straight from the shore of the Concord River in Billerica, MA. There are no pictures since the author of the story (that would be me) was trapped under her porch and the cameras were in … Continue reading →
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Oh baby, we have ducklings! No, not Franny’s ducklings. I haven’t seen Franny in a long time. Not sure if she’s sitting on her nest or became lunch for the eagle. However, Clemant is here. He and a group of … Continue reading →
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It’s time! It’s here! Let the trumpets sound. Spring has arrived to the Concord River. Or, as Margaret Wise Brown wrote in her iconic book, Pussy Willow: When the pussy willows happen …then it is spring. The pussy willows are … Continue reading →
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(drum roll please) Franny and her mate. Let’s call him Clemant! A little history lesson: last year Franny was my breeding female, along with Harry. Both named after my parents. Well, this year, Franny is back! And her mate is … Continue reading →

