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We officially kick off the new green and greenery of the season when our seasonal pet mallards, Maude and Claude drop in like a couple of duck bombs out of nowhere. They are like long lost relatives that remind us that, regardless of the duck bills and paddle feet, we are just who we are, part of a long line of stories building to a legacy.
You are seeking something aren't you? What is it? A person you miss, a goal left unmet? Around there are signs all around you in the woods that may point to answers, to friends at a picnic, to goodnight kisses and flowers that are ready to bloom in the Spring...
Winter sits heavy like a spoon mired in oatmeal, unmoving,bland and monotonous. For those of us in the middle, in the midst of our drift, we approach the drudgery of winter as if we may have to eat oatmeal for months. Eventually, we begin to reflect, renew our senses, and pay homage to the season.We can embrace a vision here and there, take on a forgotten dream, and let the songbirds at the feeder carry us forward.
Be careful where you wave your hand. In an attempt to
We are coming down on the side of so what, a side where apathy and awareness are mixed in a blender and drunk like a protein shake. It’s a side we all may all be seeking – we just don’t know it yet...
Fires. Loss. Desperation. The onion we call life has
During this last ice storm, I lost some of my desire to plummet down a ski slope at breakneck speed, and zoom into a rustic log cabin wrapped in a bright cellophane outfit. That is because I recently had a front row seat to a real-life, amazing assault on Mt. Everest, right here at home.
When we map out the new year of 2025, it helps to make
It was just a few days before Christmas and I was surrounded
It was just a few days before Christmas and I was surrounded
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