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Wednesday, September 16, 2020 7:37 AM
She was a middle-aged toad, as far as toads go. She had slept through six winters, each one blanketing the creek valley in cold, while she lay warm at the bottom of her burrow. Six summers had now passed since she had hopped away from the once-large puddle that had been her hatching place.
  • Wednesday, September 16, 2020 7:37 AM
    She was a middle-aged toad, as far as toads go. She had slept through six winters, each one blanketing the creek valley in cold, while she lay warm at the bottom of her burrow. Six summers had now passed since she had hopped away from the once-large puddle that had been her hatching place.
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  • Thursday, September 10, 2020 11:11 AM
    We woke to the sound of rain on the roof and the roar of the creek in the valley below. My bedside clock told me it was time to get out of bed, but hardly any daylight shone in through the windows.
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  • Thursday, September 3, 2020 8:19 AM
    When I was younger out on my own, but still single, I realized that I not only loved playing pinball, but that I was actually quite good at racking up the points. I would press the flipper button at just the right moment, the steel ball would ricochet at just the perfect angle and my designated target would flash and ding as the score board added points.
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  • Thursday, August 27, 2020 12:37 PM
    After learning all that I could about black-eyed Susans, I could hardly wait to get my morning chores done so I could properly greet her true love, sweet William. I had not known him by name, but I had certainly seen him out and about in the creek valley. I thought I knew exactly where I was going to find him.
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  • Wednesday, August 19, 2020 9:33 AM
    There is something about her sweet simplicity that has completely captured my heart. I find myself watching for her every summer, and when I see first her, I know that summertime is really here. It is not the heat of the late afternoon, or the fireflies rising off of the orchard field in the evening, but rather the bright nods of the of the creek valley’s black-eyed Susan that I love.
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  • Wednesday, August 12, 2020 9:22 AM
    My life is so different now, though I suppose that all of our lives have dramatically changed this year. Weddings, funerals, births, graduations and even small things like going to the grocery store are nothing like they used to be, yet what seemed so surreal just a few short months ago has now become the reluctantly expected. I am so thankful in this new world that I had already planned to retire the first of this year.
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  • Wednesday, August 5, 2020 2:38 PM
    It was so dry, and only just the middle of July, that the leaves on the buckeye trees had begun to turn brown and fall to the ground. They lay in two parallel lines on either side of the creek valley road and swirled in the windy wake of our truck as we passed by.
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  • Wednesday, July 29, 2020 10:50 AM
    The little fox is beautiful, with his black whiskers, black-tipped pointed ears, sleek copper colored coat and bushy white-tipped tail, and he does seem to do a fair job of keeping the rat population at bay, but he has also made creek valley life just a wee bit more complicated. Perhaps, in due time, he will move on, and the chickens will be able wander freely again. I wonder.
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  • Wednesday, July 22, 2020 6:45 AM
    Today it was amazingly hot at the creek. There was hardly even the slightest breath of air, and the parched ground seemed as though it would burn through the soles of my work boots. Even standing perfectly still, a gentle glistening broke out across my arms.
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  • Thursday, July 9, 2020 7:50 AM
    I have always loved to read. Perhaps it is because of my ever so fond childhood memories of my grandmother reading to us just before bedtime. We would sit beside her, snuggled in close, helping her turn the colorful pages as she read to us.
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