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Signs of spring
Wednesday, March 6, 2019 1:13 PM
Spring is close, though still officially a few days away, but the early whispers of change are just beginning to touch the valley. I have seen the daffodil and daylily shoots just starting to push their way up through the muddy, brown soil.
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  • Signs of spring

    Wednesday, March 6, 2019 1:13 PM
    Spring is close, though still officially a few days away, but the early whispers of change are just beginning to touch the valley. I have seen the daffodil and daylily shoots just starting to push their way up through the muddy, brown soil.
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  • Dancing treasures

    Wednesday, February 27, 2019 9:58 AM
    I could not help but tell the proprietor what a beautiful granddaughter he had, and he thanked me and told me that her mother worries that the child might break the things in his shop, but he smiled to tell me that if anything were to break, then only he would be to blame, because he had simply not put it far enough out of her reach.
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  • A matter of perspective

    Friday, February 22, 2019 8:18 AM
    The sky overhead was overcast, and a chilly mist fell on my eyeglasses, obscuring my vision. I should have worn my cap. As I walked back across the upper field, it almost looked as though the creek valley was filled with light gray smoke, but the air that filled my lungs felt clean and fresh, washed by the mist.
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  • Repurposed treasures

    Friday, February 15, 2019 5:36 AM
    I am particularly proud of my latest refurbished and repurposed piece of trash, an old wooden clock case with broken door and glass. With a good cleaning, a bit of glue and recut glass from the old courthouse windows, it now makes a perfect marble display cabinet. Yes, indeed, we even have stacks of old glass. One never knows!
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  • Pausing to enjoy the night sky

    Friday, February 8, 2019 5:43 AM
    The night sky above the hill across the creek was covered with water-colored swaths of dark blue and gray. There was not a single star to be seen in that half of the valley sky, but over our heads and to the west the sky was a clear black that glittered with thousands, if not millions, of stars.
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  • A pretty good dog

    Wednesday, January 30, 2019 10:59 AM
    He never once made a mess inside and would gently knock on the door when he needed to go outside. We decided to name him Russell, after the town where he was found. It soon became very apparent that Russell not only took to Greg, but followed Greg’s every move, and I would always find Russell within arm’s length of his doting person.
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  • Then came the sun

    Thursday, January 24, 2019 5:08 AM
    It was hard to remember the last time that I had seen a clear blue sky and bright sunshine. I could not wait to get outside and do the morning chores, but as soon as I stepped out the ground floor door, the brilliance of the world around me seemed sharp enough to cut. I raised my gloved hand to shield eyes.
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  • Chicken feet

    Friday, January 18, 2019 2:41 AM
    I have not mentioned it to Greg yet, but I do believe that Greg and I could simply move into the chicken coop, or, if Greg is not inclined to take shelter with my birds, that we could simply move a few of the chickens up to the loft to keep us toasty warm at night.
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  • We made it!

    Friday, January 11, 2019 1:25 AM
    Our hearts are still filled with so many dreams of things to do in the coming new year, dreams that I know will turn into adventures, and adventures that we will share with whoever happens to stop on by. So please do pull up a comfy chair, or drive on down the creek road. Looking forward to our next 52 weeks at the creek!
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  • Winter waiting

    Thursday, January 3, 2019 7:30 AM
    I’ve never been particularly good at waiting. When we lived in the city, I always wondered why they called it “rush hour” for the simple reason that traffic seemed to crawl rather than rush. I’d sit in a long line of cars, waiting to either get to work or to get home, and know that my blood pressure was inevitably rising.
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