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I had a true Winnie the Pooh moment today. Last week stood on one side of the lake and knew I had to trek around the whole lake. This morning I sat out on my quest. Could clearly see the lake and even cars on the…..
A doe laughing perhaps? I know she was chomping away on an apple as she gazed into my window at work. But you can’t see the apple and apple or not, I still think she was laughing. She laughed her way through quite a few apples……
Some journeys are such that novels and movies are made to chronicle the triumph. Most people will never know our journeys nor the courage and heart required. The strength required is not diminished by those in novels or displayed on the cinema. Those making the invisible journeys know what…..
I will remember the weary gasped “Hello my friend!” Three difficult days of driving so many miles in dense fog, hail, and heavy rain, I had not seen my anchor’s face. The mountain is called Fischer’s Peak. All who live here call it “home”. No…..
When the image appeared, I confess I uttered a “rats.” The duck that was diving underwater was too quick for my eyes and finger to capture on the camera. As I looked again, I began to laugh. I am the only one who knows…..
An unplanned day off. An unplanned return of the sun shining forth in 2 degree temps and wind. The sun said “I’ll keep you warm” and off to shovel a very long and wide driveway and sidewalks……
The struggle of the eyes does gift wonder filled delights sometimes. Looking out the window I puzzled at how the tiny white flowers growing in the yard were moving without wind. The image was fascinating. Grabbing my camera I zoomed closer. Ahhhhhh, was not the flowers but…..
It was a rare, unheard of and torrential rain that fell at the end of May. Looking out the window I felt a drop upon my head. Another and another drop followed. Three drops total falling from a light fixture. The gentle man who came to check…..
Yesterday a tornado that probably would have removed my little 6 mile town from the map, diverted 11 miles and danced upon the mesa where no harm was done. This morning, while weed whacking I noticed a moth with extraordinary colors fall to the ground. I panicked thinking I had killed it. I could not tell if it was ok. I left the area and when I returned he was again dancing with the weeds I had left. I mowed…..
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