I will never not bethe child of an alcoholic I will never not beaware of just when scales have beentipped of lost conversationsof lessgraciousnessof lesscaring memories blurred or missed of much less connectionand of course,caring I will never not be…
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This morning, once againabsolute perfection in a summer’s daywell, probably not completely perfect, after allisn’t that some kind ofsillywordwhat I really mean to say is, temperature wisesights and sounds wisewarm filtered sun, light gorgeous breezeaccompanying trill of the grasshoppersmy very…
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August are ya feeling me?? A couple of cooler days, and someare ready topack it innights sneakily drawingclosera little earliereach timeand thoughts of souphave begun toswirl think, I am coasting alongenjoying the sunnot really lamenting the passage of timeother things…
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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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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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