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Monday, May 16, 2022 6:11 AM
As I write, Greg is mowing between the orchard trees. Perhaps when he is done, we’ll sit on the front porch and enjoy that perfect snack of Ritz Crackers and blackberry jelly.
  • Monday, May 16, 2022 6:11 AM
    As I write, Greg is mowing between the orchard trees. Perhaps when he is done, we’ll sit on the front porch and enjoy that perfect snack of Ritz Crackers and blackberry jelly.
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  • Sunday, May 8, 2022 4:53 PM
    Once upon a time, many long years ago, a young fellow decided to go for a walk. It was springtime, and the hills were cloaked in the brightest of bright greens. He began walking beside a creek that flowed through a valley woodland. Life was bursting forth all around him.
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  • Friday, April 29, 2022 6:37 AM
    I have always loved the water. Perhaps it is because I grew up on a city island that lay between two rivers. I remember the smell of the fish markets, the clang of the buoy bells, and the lap of the waves as they washed against the island’s cement shores. Good memories.
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  • Friday, April 22, 2022 7:25 AM
    The day was just beginning to grow lighter when I first opened my eyes. A gray light was sneaking in through the windows and I could hear a gentle rain falling on the metal roof. I lay still, simply looking and listening, and then, off in the distance, I heard the rumble of thunder. It echoed across the creek valley.
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  • Friday, April 8, 2022 6:39 AM
    I swung up into the seat and sat, for just a moment, settling in. I was ready. I was sure that Old Blue was as well. I reached up with my right hand and pulled her throttle lever, ever so slightly, back toward me. I then reached down under the seat and pulled up on the brake lock as I pushed down on the pedals with my right foot to disengage the brakes.
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  • Saturday, April 2, 2022 9:01 AM
    Sometimes, it is the little things that so brighten my day. It was cold and rather dreary out as I pulled on my boots and headed off to do the morning animal chores. I actually thought twice about leaving the warmth of the house and had even considered postponing the chores until the creek valley morning had warmed up just a bit, but I knew that the animals were waiting, so off I went.
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  • Wednesday, March 23, 2022 7:25 AM
    I have truly come to appreciate the valley’s feathered creatures since we have made our home here – red tail hawk, woodpecker, owl, great blue heron, cardinal, crow and so many others. I have, however, always loved pigeons.
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  • Friday, March 18, 2022 10:31 AM
    We seem to be getting on in years. The little horses, dogs and goats appear to be our elderly companions, and today was one of those wonderful, slow-paced days that was filled to the brim with elderly camaraderie.
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  • Sunday, March 13, 2022 9:16 AM
    It is almost springtime, and after this past week of warmer and drier weather, I am so very ready. The creek valley mud has thankfully dried, at least for the time being. Greg and I have accordingly been able to take advantage of the dry ground and work on a few of our nine million outside projects.
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  • Sunday, March 6, 2022 9:11 AM
    It was definitely well past dusk as we turned off onto the creek valley road, and with the setting sun, the air had grown quite a bit colder. Even though the sun-filled day had been rather warm, when Greg pulled up beside the mailbox, and I reached out the open window to gather the mail, I felt the cold on my gloveless hand.
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