At 5:23 PM, EST, the Winter Solstice occurs and the darkness begins its journey back to wherever the darkness comes from. I think it’s somewhere near Washington, D.C., but I could be wrong. It might be Mar-a-Lago, Florida. These days … Continue reading
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The summer wind has blown past and the umbrella skies of cobalt blue, the emerald flashes of the hummingbirds, and the bright yellow blossoms of the sunflowers are no more. Autumn winds will now blow through my corner of the … Continue reading
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…have the biggest impacts on our lives in ways we never see coming. My neighbor came by the other day with a box in hand. He wanted to know if I would try and help the baby duck he’d found. … Continue reading
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“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” Welcome Summer 2018. You’ve been missed. Spring was grand but nothing speaks of the joys of childhood better than you, my … 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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Imbolc, (EM-bowlk) is a Gaelic term meaning ‘in the belly’. This is the time of year when Mother Earth celebrates life by nudging awake the frozen seeds slumbering within her belly under the barren soil. She whispers softly to them … Continue reading
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Truly! I have no idea what was on the menu, but an immature bald eagle seemed to be enjoying it. The eagle was riding his meal as they slowly headed toward Lowell, pulling out entrails and other long, squishy-looking things. … Continue reading
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Although best known for Goodnight Moon, Margaret Wise Brown also wrote Pussy Willow. Through summer, fall and winter the soft grey pussy cat, named Pussy Willow, journeys far and wide, trying to find his pussy willows. When he happens upon a … Continue reading
The Merry Month of May
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Ever wonder where the time goes? It was just March and now it’s May. What happened to April? It flew by like a bunch of swallows before a storm. Oh, speaking of swallows (nice segway, right? wink, wink) I put … Continue reading →