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  • Springtime delight

    Spring is the time for new life. Over the past two weeks, I have set out 24 styrofoam trays in our two float beds. By my reckoning, I have started about 4,472 herb and vegetable seeds.
  • Springtime delight
    Spring is the time for new life. Over the past two weeks, I have set out 24 styrofoam trays in our two float beds. By my reckoning, I have started about 4,472 herb and vegetable seeds.
  • Then there were three
    The newcomer stopped and sniffed at every creek smell. The other two ran ahead, looking curiously back at her. It all seemed so amazing to this third dog, who for the first time was exploring our familiar world.
  • Then there were three
    The newcomer stopped and sniffed at every creek smell. The other two ran ahead, looking curiously back at her. It all seemed so amazing to this third dog, who for the first time was exploring our familiar world.
  • No place like home
    We just returned home from a wonderful trip west to visit two of our young’uns, one who lives in the middle of the desert and the other on the West Coast. The trip was perfect and the time spent with our children could not have been more special, but as I fell into bed after a long day of traveling, I could not help but think how good it felt to be back home.
  • No place like home
    We just returned home from a wonderful trip west to visit two of our young’uns, one who lives in the middle of the desert and the other on the West Coast. The trip was perfect and the time spent with our children could not have been more special, but as I fell into bed after a long day of traveling, I could not help but think how good it felt to be back home.
  • Tumbleweeds
    I was determined to take a picture of this particular tumbleweed. I set it down on the ground and stood back. It rolled away. I followed it and picked it up again.
  • Tumbleweeds
    I was determined to take a picture of this particular tumbleweed. I set it down on the ground and stood back. It rolled away. I followed it and picked it up again.
  • Horses' hooves
    Our little horses love to run through the field, their manes and tails unfurled behind them. They follow each other like flying shadows, turning quickly to run back the other way, clumps of dirt flung out from their hooves like sparks.
  • Horses' hooves
    Our little horses love to run through the field, their manes and tails unfurled behind them. They follow each other like flying shadows, turning quickly to run back the other way, clumps of dirt flung out from their hooves like sparks.
  • Springtime blues
    When I asked a neighboring farmer when he thought the last frost would be, he smiled and his eyes twinkled. In a calm voice, he replied that he’d put good money down that it would not frost after the first of July.
  • Springtime blues
    When I asked a neighboring farmer when he thought the last frost would be, he smiled and his eyes twinkled. In a calm voice, he replied that he’d put good money down that it would not frost after the first of July.
  • Spring forward
    The further one moves from the equator, the longer the summertime daylight hours become, and at the North and South Poles, the summertime sun never sets.
  • Spring forward
    The further one moves from the equator, the longer the summertime daylight hours become, and at the North and South Poles, the summertime sun never sets.
  • Winter warmth
    The woodshed was full. I felt warm just looking at it, and it had not cost a penny. The cost was rather spent in my husband's hard work, driving the old Jeep up into the woods, felling a standing dead tree, cutting it into foot-long lengths and then piling the logs up in front of the woodshed to be split, sometimes with a splitter on the back of the 1957 ford tractor, other times by hand.
  • Winter warmth
    The woodshed was full. I felt warm just looking at it, and it had not cost a penny. The cost was rather spent in my husband's hard work, driving the old Jeep up into the woods, felling a standing dead tree, cutting it into foot-long lengths and then piling the logs up in front of the woodshed to be split, sometimes with a splitter on the back of the 1957 ford tractor, other times by hand.
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