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If I was inside not here–away– I’d miss the rickety sounding chip, chip, chip of the cautious squirrel feasting on my deck. I’d be still and safe and sure of my surroundings but could never feel this lacy, lingering, gentle breeze lilting along the leaves of the trees. My eyes would rest on the all…
Garden going in day May 2013 I feel bad about my cucumbers. Truly. They are my favorites–lemon cukes–so called because of their shape (round) their color(yellow) and their size (small). This year I have planted them three times. THREE. First time was a seedling–I know, cheating–but it was necessary jumpstart in my book. It was…
My husband and I recently spent some time away for our anniversary and I discovered that in confined quarters–our all in one room on the island–it’s hard to find personal space. My husband’s solution? To not having to listen to me all the time? Turn off his hearing aids. Smile. It made me think about…
The chickadees are arguing using their mad voices to fight over the millet and sunflowers– Here’s a sweet ‘chirp’, there’s an insistent, “cuh, cuh, cuh” and another voice–“chick-a-dee, dee, dee.” It’s a Bird Boardroom Brawl, voices of different timbres and tempo arguing about what’s on the menu. They sound as if they’re starving, staking out…
My neck is killing me. (The lavender-laced, rice-filled warming thingy helps a bit. ) My massage therapist says my neck muscles are so strained from being in this position they have ridges in them. Ridges? That cannot be good. Protocol dictates I come see her once a week for the next six weeks. I’m grateful…
I could be a parade marching or a flag waving or a barbecue grilling but what I really am is FREE because of the Son …