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  • The gentle grape hyacinth

    I wonder if I will ever stop learning about life here in the creek valley. After 21 years and at the age of 70, I just noticed several little purple flowers growing out in front of the pole barn.
  • Daffodil days
    Everyone she met on her travels would get a daffodil and a warm smile. She was known as the daffodil lady, and these were her daffodil days.
  • Creek Valley sculpture
    Greg and I have called the creek valley our home for over 20 years, and even in that short time, we have seen so much change.
  • Burn ban
    It seems that no sooner do we light our burn pile and step back to watch our woody scraps go up in smoke, then we are adding to it once again and watching it grow. It really is a very hungry thing, and simply does not wish to lie bare for very long, so we oblige and gather more wood scraps and feed it.
  • The G# organ pipe
    We made our way across the rocks, and looking down, we knew right away what we had found. It was a wooden organ pipe, about three feet long, its top end burnt so that only charred wood remained.
  • In our older age
    Now you can see that we really do have a plan, and with that plan in mind, I am ever so looking forward to marking my 70th year.
  • Dance partner
    This past winter, however, has really presented quite a bit of a challenge to our life here in the valley. Day after day, we have either been drenched with rain or if not raining, the sky has been covered with thick, gray clouds, and if mud had any kind of pecuniary value, we’d have become millionaires many times over.
  • A lady beetle affliction
    I really do appreciate all living things, even the small ones. I have been known to gently shoo a spider out the front door, and of course I love the honey bees, but I am far from a fan of the wintertime, home-invading lady beetle.
  • The cardinal and his lady
    Like many birds, cardinals mate for life, though their lives are not that long by avian standards. They only live for three to four years, mostly due to the hazards of predation, and it is only when their mate dies, that a cardinal will go in search of another.
  • Good insulation
    I was so excited to wake up and see the creek valley covered in snow. The sky was a just brightening grey and everywhere I looked, everything was blanketed in white. I could hardly wait to get outside, but after checking the temperature gauge, I knew the importance of proper attire.
  • Snapping turtle winter
    I think of her often this time of year, which is curious, for this is that time of year when I never see her. I wonder how she is doing, even though I realize there is no need to worry. She is not that old, by turtle standards, though she has quite likely known 50 creek summers and slept through 50 creek valley winters.
  • Marble treasures
    Some people are collectors. My mother was a collector of scarves. She had one to coordinate with every outfit. Back when I was an attorney, I took great joy in accessorizing my lawyerly attire by choosing just the right scarf to wear to court on any particular day. 
  • Glorious mud
    There has hardly been any sunshine of late and not only has the sky been gloomy and gray, it has rained – a lot. I feel as though every time I venture outside I am playing an endless game of hopscotch. I carefully navigate from one dryish patch of less muddy ground to another.
  • Winter trees
    On those rare occasions that we drive down the road returning home after dark I am greeted by the wonderfully welcoming sight of the creek valley trees, each one in its perfectly placed spot.
  • Ode to an old dog
    We know that you know that things just aren't quite the same anymore, but we also know that you know that we love you. You know that we will always stay close by your side, just as you have stayed by ours all these years.
  • Short days in late autumn
    This morning when I woke up and looked out the loft window I could actually see the last few stars shining brightly down from a clear sky. The stars soon faded and the sun rose over the far hill, quickly warming our creek valley world. 
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