Ok, let me tell you a little somethingfirst you may know, I happen to Love my birthdayas I believe it is always important for everyone toat some time feeljust a little extra-special so yesterday, (my day!) I went to work,…
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Ok, let me tell you a little somethingfirst you may know, I happen to Love my birthdayas I believe it is always important for everyone toat some time feeljust a little extra-special so yesterday, (my day!) I went to work,…
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Ooof,and so it begins… One of many mornings to come,when I will exclaim to my husbandor really,to the dayin my froggy morning voice What fresh hell is this…(deep bow to Dorothy Parker) somehow overnight the world outside my windowturned intoa…
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Seems to me,that the light of October isa special kindof light makes everything rathergolden holds its own kind of magic noticing… last week I had two fingers fitted for splintsin hopes of keeping themmobileand this week, after trying to work…
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“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.” ~ Herman Melville To love the…
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Can you possibly imaginea gentler sky… to accompany a silent(although never so)morning’s meditation in the gardena walk under billowy puffs of cottonever so slowlyclosingin the morning feels as though I am notas far out of theditch I’ve been travellingas I…
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Today I am annoyedwith myself… as much as anyI am annoyed by my handsfingers that won’t uncurl, as they shouldone on each hand, that then get caught on thingsand others thathurtthe morning’s headache andthe tightness of myjawI can palpably feel…
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It is enoughto stand in the gardenunder overcast skies, heavily cloaked ina pale, palegrey still moving absolutely nothingbutone’s eyesslowly taking in each sightthe delicate and theboldbreathing deeply (as one can)and wondering if it is possible totune inand hearthe bees gathering…
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When the goldenrod begins to bloomand the hummingbird trafficincreasesthe sunmoves over just a little morein the skyand the sugar maples start boldly in toblushwhen yellow-jackets take a keen interestin each and every movementand apples begin a slightrosy-ing up one hesitates…
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Today in recognitionof the mighty thistle I am currently carrying with me,on theinsidea ba-a-a-a-ad mooda prickly sort of crustthat I can feel, tightin my jawinternally, from about the ribcageuplike a potabout to boil over warning flares have been sentmostly to…
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August in the garden feelslikeluxurythere is a sort of graciouseaseto itwhere nothing needs to betendedbothered or fussed aboutthe growers have grownthe bloomers havebloomedsome already faded and gonesome stillshinetadpoles become toadsbaby birds have well since flownthe nestandbutterflies abound this week I…
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