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I spent a blissful hour outside today just before sunset. The moon was up, the sun was setting, the sky was clear, and the air was cool. I took Poppy and Clover (our goats) down to the field for some much needed attention, exercise and free grazing (they… Read More »BEing

Rain’s gift

The end of a very rainy day brought unexpected beauty. Photo by my talented son.

Front Garden Visitors

There were six of these little visitors to my front garden enjoying the seeds. I haven’t had a chance to go out and gather any to save for ourselves, but our feathered friends are enjoying my lack of time. I did have a chance to snap a couple… Read More »Front Garden Visitors

Mid-Afternoon Chocolate Fix

There are days that call for a little chocolate. Rainy days that start way too early for example. I don’t really have the motivation to bake anything big because I have too many other things I should be attending to. So I’ll call out the reserves.  Five Minute… Read More »Mid-Afternoon Chocolate Fix

The end of a Season

My “Thanks Mom” flower. Given by each of the senior soccer players to their mom’s to say, “Thanks for getting us to practice, making dinner around our schedule, coming to our games, cheering for us, standing outside in the sun, wind, rain and cold.” His team finished well,… Read More »The end of a Season

Diamonte Poem

Tree Strong and tough Dying, breaking, falling Leaves, branches, trunks and roots Crashing, moving, rotting Weak and ramshakle Dirt. by Zach

Growing Up

Emma fell asleep tonight. On her own. In her own bed. For the first time since she was 5 months old. And she is completely, totally 100% weaned. Finally. Except for the 3 or so times that she was tired and assumed her nursing position, laying down in… Read More »Growing Up

Cooking Bacon

Not too long ago, I discovered a wonderful way to cook bacon. Set the oven to 400℉. Place your bacon in a single layer on a cookie sheet (or two – just make sure they fit in the oven). Then put it in the oven for 15 –… Read More »Cooking Bacon

The Snowbirds are Here

“How often they may be seen thus flitting along in a straggling manner from bush to bush, so that the hedgerow will be all alive with them, each uttering a faint chip from time to time, as if to keep together, bewildering you so that you know not… Read More »The Snowbirds are Here