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Friday, January 19, 2018 5:30 AM
This morning, as I dressed to head out to do the animal chores, I smiled to imagine myself in my pumps and stockings, making the animal rounds. The temperature gauge read a frosty .5 degrees. I no longer own any pumps or stockings.
  • Friday, January 19, 2018 5:30 AM
    This morning, as I dressed to head out to do the animal chores, I smiled to imagine myself in my pumps and stockings, making the animal rounds. The temperature gauge read a frosty .5 degrees. I no longer own any pumps or stockings.
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  • Wednesday, January 10, 2018 5:41 PM
    I sat on the couch by the stove, my toes tucked under a warm dog, as I rolled one of my new marbles around in the palm of my hand. Frozen frost-free spigot and all, it really had been a perfect day.
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  • Friday, January 5, 2018 1:14 AM
    I remember once when I was a child that my father was about to punish me for some infraction. Perhaps I had refused to eat the brussels sprouts my mother had piled on my plate, or I may have complained that my little brother’s pile of brussels sprouts was not as large as mine, but no matter what the infraction, I had decided to run away.
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  • Thursday, December 28, 2017 6:44 AM
    I walked out into the yard and set the house down right where we usually scatter the hens’ morning scratch grain treat. The little orange hen boldly stepped right up and began to peck at the house. I had removed most of the candy, thinking that it was really not good for my flock. The little orange hen was soon followed by another hen, and then another. I smiled. It certainly appeared that that my very first gingerbread house had been a success.
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  • Daring to dream
    Wednesday, December 20, 2017 6:41 AM
    If we had never dared to dream, we would never have had the chance to see our dreams come true. I now know that it won’t be long at all before we pack up our toothbrushes and carry them across the gravel driveway to move into what really is our dream home.
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  • Wednesday, December 13, 2017 5:36 PM
    There is nothing in the world quite like a piping hot bowl of oatmeal cereal on a cold winter morning. During warmer weather, Greg and I typically dine on a combination of flakes, slivered almonds, raw pumpkin seeds and raisins.
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  • Thursday, December 7, 2017 7:43 AM
    No sooner had I set the basket down on the counter when my phone rang. A warm voice greeted me. I did not know him, but he knew me. We had spoken once on the phone years before, and then, as now, he had simply called to let me know how much he has enjoyed looking through the paper to find my stories and read them and share them with his daughter.
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  • Wednesday, November 29, 2017 2:45 PM
    The chickens began to head to their roosts. I heard a few gentle mooing calls from the pasture, and as the sunlight slipped away and the sky darkened, I knew that it was just about time to call it a day. What a perfect, sunshine-filled day it had been.
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  • Wednesday, November 22, 2017 9:23 AM
    Yes, this time of year is special for so many reasons – holiday craft sales, family gatherings, dinner plates piled high with the most amazing foods – but for one brief instant, perfection surrounds me completely in the still warmth of the fire. Eyes closed, I smile. I could not be more thankful.
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  • Friday, November 17, 2017 3:58 AM
    It seems that of late we have heard more of the screeching caw of our neighboring eagles as we go about our creek valley lives, but it is still rare that we actually see them. Mid-summer, we saw one sitting high in a tree on the upper edge of our upper field.
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