Just that…..He’s digging deep. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Linking with Emily and the redeemed ones at Imperfect Prose Thursday photo by the author–windmill, Jones Estate, Orange CA 

There is no more beautiful place to live this time of year (IMHO) than the Pacific Northwest. Last year I posted ‘hunting for red….’ Again, I’d like to share some of the beautiful Fall colors my Father has painted for us…….. Maple tree next door   blueberry bush–end of season   Cotoneaster berries a stand of maples…

The brace is there right next to my bed, the last thing I take off at night and the first thing I put on in the morning.  It bothers me that I need it.  I don’t like being reminded of my weakness. I slip my left thumb into the hard plastic support.  With the extra…

Ah, there’s the rub, eh? The hubris of the know-it-all mind that deludes itself into thinking “if one knows, why one can manage” and if we were all experts life as we know it wouldn’t quite creep up on us with such malicious surprise. Raindrops are nicely contained in a new copper rain gutter but…