At The Farm...

When we take our first breath we are unaware it is the beginning of our journey toward death. Hopefully we learn our choices have consequences and for every door that closes another opens. With g...

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We lived in the valley where I live now.  Dad and Mom decided we needed to be closer to the highway to catch the school bus otherwise we would be walking over a mile in all kinds of weather ...

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Yep, that's me!  The girl in a dress (oh, the horror! Where are my overalls?) with Mr. and Mrs. German.  I'm guessing we've been fishing. Dad worked road construction. Sometimes we traveled...

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Not sure if it's an old age thing or if it's time simply for me to remember. Memories surface and I share.  That is the only thing I know with any certainty. Aunt Grace was Dad's mother's sis...

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I don't remember when she came nor if she had a name.  She never wore clothes.  She was a handy size to haul around with me on my adventures. She was about eight inches tall, stuffed rubber wit...

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is a wooden man about twenty inches tall and of undetermined age.   His joints are more far easier to move than mine. Santa was a gift from my sister, Beverly, years ago She doesn't...

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could sell me a bag of ice in Antarctica or a bag of sand in the Sahara Desert.  I love his voice.  I can hear him talking in another room and run just to hear him better.  Hubby is not threat...

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were just puppies yesterday. Ki-Anne and Diamond Lil showing their grey but still hard at work.

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The Polar Vortex has sucked the warmth right out of me!  I know I have it easy.  It hasn't dropped to subzero for us BUT it's all in the comparison. Our cold month is January and February. Many...

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It is...was a beautiful day. Warm, windy, and did I say wonderfully, comfortingly warm! No snow, no rain, only mud left over from both. Started at the barn with my four God-Given equine treasur...

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Do you think they may be simply watching the last rose of Autumn?

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Once upon a time a tiny spore blew into the moss and lichen neighborhood.  Not one moss pulled up roots and moved.  Not one lichen opened their mouth in protest. They grew and prospered tog...

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The spider wove its house carefully and prepared for company. Waiting for the guests' arrival it ran out to greet me for dinner. I was extremely grateful I was too large. Happy ...

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I shall honor their cuteness today. I am thankful they don't poop in my yard.

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Killing frost has reached our valley. The leafs rained down. There are many more to fall. We have mowed, mulched, raked, carried and blown leafs.  My water gardens look like com...

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far more than we know.  There is a world within our world where magic lives by many names and coexists with the ordinary. A few glimpse it and sense it around them in Nature's Realm. Every tre...

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Join TexWisGirl for more good fences  Fences sometimes hold things in Sometimes they keep them out They're known to make a stand or just give a shout A collection of rocks a ...

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 Fluffy Butt The Bob family  having a late lunch. Orange is Bonnie's best cat friend. Marcy's cats enjoy the new porch.

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on a November day.

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A game of stick is quite common around here.  It's always good-natured  and often an exciting spectator sport. Sometimes simply patience wins the game. Bonnie, the ...

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 I still see sparks  when I'm in the room with Hubby, I still see sparks. It's gotta be love!

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We have many trees over the farm.  Persimmons are edible.  Humans and birds gather them by day.  Deer and night creatures consume them when dark falls. It is said the seeds when spli...

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are fascinating insects. They build a trap in the sand and simply wait for dinner to step in. Rather than trying to explain it I'll let National Geographic show you. Enjoy.

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Thank you!

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