I was aware of the full moon last nighteven had a good gaze at itthrough bleary tired eyesupthroughthetreesjust before bedand it wasbeautifully brightsomething I try notto miss, a beautiful moon blurred shots of light through branchesremind me mostjust how very…
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This morning a small lively bunnyhops about in the gardenone of this year’s babiesa little bigger than last spottedenjoying, I thinkthe cooler quiet of themorning while I am reading, andas often happenssomething makes me look up andoutto see a northern…
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This morning as I am reading,during a pause in the symphonythat playsin the backgroundI hear a faint tapping by the windowwhen I sit up further to look outI see two beautiful little downy woodpeckersthis years brood, they’re just babiesso cute,…
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I wonder to myself, if it will be noticedwhen I head outjust past one in the afternoonthat my hair is still wetas I have just showered, or that Iam a little bit shakybecause I haven’t yet eatenhaving sat the morning,…
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This morning, although I’m not just sureI’m feeling greatmy heart is full to overflowing withgratitude I can say, first of allit is Sundayand the first part of Sundays I do lovea day to just beeaseeasy like Sunday morning, I meanthey’ve…
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This morning as my husband isoutsidebusying himselffor his daya woman out on the street, walking her dogscalls to himExcuse me, she says quite excitedlythere are two baby bunnies in your front garden! before long, I see that one brave littleexplorerhas…
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Another beautiful sunshiny summery daya great stretch ofhot, hot, heat and very littlerainwhere everything is so drywhen the pup gets tozoomingbig cascades of dusty dirtbluster about though, above gorgeous blue skies where big white puffs of cloudgently sailsomeone, somewhere speaks…
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Out for my walk this morningas Friday’s small bit ofroutinehas now been determinedoff to collect our farm share ofwonderfully fresh, and decidedly deliciousgood things to eatlooking up at the beautiful blueI marvel at just how often I will noticethe wispy…
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Today is my dayto pick up the vegasthis is what I do now,in very small rebellious acts of lessreclusive-nesson Fridays, I pick up the vegfrom our farm share I slip on a summer dressignoring all terrible thingsthe mirror has to…
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Ode to and inspired bya friendand thoughts on just howto stoptime two days ago, I wrote of having a lively chatwith a young robinand my gosh, such a joythis morning my son lets me knowthere is a dead birdin the…
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