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Things I once knew
Thursday, November 14, 2019 10:18 AM
Similarly, when I see a spiral of smoke rising up over the ridgetop, I also know with certainty that our neighbors have a fire burning warm in their woodstove, and they will tell me when I run into them uptown that yes, they lit the season’s first fire.
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  • Things I once knew

    Thursday, November 14, 2019 10:18 AM
    Similarly, when I see a spiral of smoke rising up over the ridgetop, I also know with certainty that our neighbors have a fire burning warm in their woodstove, and they will tell me when I run into them uptown that yes, they lit the season’s first fire.
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  • Maple syrup coffee

    Thursday, November 7, 2019 8:10 AM
    The first frost greeted me with the sunrise. The creek valley seemed to meet the chilly air with quiet calm, but I was not quite so tranquil. The morning air felt downright cold. I dug my hands deep inside my jean pockets as I pottered about the cabin waiting for the coffee water to come to a boil.
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  • Sweet citrus scent

    Friday, November 1, 2019 11:53 AM
    The Osage fruit’s citrus scent is also believed to repel insects, and both the Native Americans as well as early settlers would gather up the green spheres and bring them inside with this purpose in mind. Modern chemistry, however, has dispelled this notion, and even though insect-repelling compounds are found in the fruits, they are simply not present in sufficient concentrations to be scientifically effective.
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  • The chickens knew why

    Monday, October 21, 2019 6:44 AM
    We closed the goats in their chicken yard, the chickens in their coop, the ducks in their duck run and then turned to walk back down to the chicken coop. We carried the egg basket between us. I held her up as she reached into the nest boxes and carefully picked up each egg to gently deposit at the bottom of the basket I had set on the ground.
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  • Dry creek

    Thursday, October 17, 2019 11:01 AM
    The low rumble of thunder woke me just before dawn. It was such a surreal sound. I had not heard it in what seemed like months.
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  • Sistersville

    Wednesday, October 16, 2019 7:05 AM
    Our creek flows three miles south to the river, and about 250 miles up-river sits the wonderful little town of Sistersville. Yes, it was founded by two sisters in 1815, who inherited the land from their father who had originally settled the area with his wife and 22 children.
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  • The county fair

    Thursday, October 10, 2019 7:40 AM
    As the fair began, I had one dilemma. Should I stand at ringside watching the parade pass by as I happily eat my first ribeye of the week, or should I stand there savoring my first pork tenderloin?
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  • Flea market finds

    Thursday, September 26, 2019 9:22 AM
    It occurs to me that our newly acquired glassware is obviously quite free of fleas, and even though we did drive south across the river, we were hardly fleeing the creek valley, and lastly, the market, though under a beautiful morning sky, was nowhere near a swamp of any kind. I smile, because without a doubt, we really had returned home to the valley with some wonderful flea market treasures.
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  • Sweet time of year

    Friday, September 20, 2019 7:54 AM
    Fall had just begun to cautiously tiptoe across the creek valley. Occasional yellow leaves fluttered to the ground and the evenings had become decidedly cool. The early mornings were actually so cold that I dug my favorite flannel shirt out of the back of the closet. It was that time of year when I needed to get the last of the honey off of the hives.
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  • Little horses

    Thursday, September 12, 2019 7:24 AM
    It was a wonderful drive south and a beautiful weekend, but it was also ever so wonderful to return home to the creek. As I passed over the culvert at the corner of the pasture, I could see our small herd contentedly grazing on the far side of the field. The little horses were standing right beside the cattle. All four looked up as I passed by.
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