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Clouds and Countless Choices
John and I took a walk Saturday evening. The temperature had dropped a bit, a breeze was blowing gently and the sky was brilliant with the colors of the setting sun. It was an evening that made being alive–able to see beauty, smell the jasmine and hear the birds and crickets–a gift. At a time…
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Things That Go Bump In The Night–And During The Day
I’m a morning person. A fairly early morning person. It’s my one time to be alone, to think, pray, process life. No phones. No grandchildren. No expectations. There’s something calming about walking at this time of the day. It’s still dark outside. There isn’t much traffic. No ambient noise. The signature songs of different birds…
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Minnows, Tadpoles and Pond Scum
Water, when it’s being true to its nature, is clear, clean and fresh. It’s useful for drinking, washing, swimming. However, when you walk in it and it leaves a greenish-brownish residue on skin, it can no longer be considered just water. It’s pond scum. This is actually the content of most lakes and ponds in…
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Gardening is Painful
I am not a gardener. I come from a long line of non-gardeners, people predisposed to killing things rather than growing things. This is not intentional on my part. It is, however, a dirty little reality that saddens my heart, especially living in Florida where most people can grow anything. My little sister, Jan, however,…
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