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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…
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 …
When I started writing online in January 2012 I christened my website Three Way Light. I chose it because light has three properties: it warms cold places, reveals what is hidden, and shines and reflects on what is seen. Processing the world through words gives me a chance to do that–pour a little light on…
I grew up in Southern California, in the ‘shadow’ of Disneyland. My husband’s uncle owned a home on the street behind the Park and we often sat on the hoods of our cars and watched the fireworks over the trees. They appeared at 9:00 on the dot every night in the summer. Some things…