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The Way Isn’t Always Clear
Summers are often opportunities for travel; even staying home can give us space to try things we don’t normally do during the rest of the year. Journey’s of a few steps or many miles. We’re all on an ongoing adventure, close to home or far away; we keep going because stopping before arriving where we…
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It’s Hard To Know What You’re Dealing With
I live in a state where we have a plethora of venomous snakes. Plus our share of poisonous spiders. Don’t forget the alligators which are often overlooked because of their ability to remain still. Our environment appears to encourage these fellows. After we’d lived here a few years, we took our kids and nephew to…
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It’s Easy To Get Carried Away
When driving around the South, it’s easy to believe that kudzu, that ubiquitous vine, could be slowly gobbling up huge portions of land. A wily green monster that has the capacity to cover anything not moving. Introduced to America from Japan at the 1876 World’s Fair Centennial Exhibition in Philadelphia, it didn’t garner much interest.…
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In Times Of Calm, Storms Still Happen
Our final week of pause saw rain every day. Downpours greeted us with dark clouds scudding across the sky like angry messengers. Winds blew the chimes on the porch into a wild symphony of sound and movement. It made me feel good that it’s been raining back home as well, where the ground in central…
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Step Out With Gratitude
Back in the late 70s, Randy Newman wrote a controversial song called “Short People”. Anyone who was vertically challenged was incensed by his lyrics. I’m one of those who’ve been blessed with a lack of length. When asked, I always say I’m five feet, three inches high. I fudge that by a quarter inch. A…
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