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Old Tree
I drove past the old farmhouse I grew up in this week. This tree. This tree, I loved. It’s grown. So tall. I used to be able to reach the lowest branch and lay myself across it and use my five years worth of weight to bounce it up and down, up and down. Little did I...
Sound of the Leaves
The sound of the leaves squished beneath our feet. We had passed out most of the Trick or Treats before we snapped on Fannie’s harness and leash then walked the ravines still finding others to...
Front Porch
The great thing about sitting on a front porch is the people you get to see. You’re there to notice when a car stops in front of your house. I was sitting on the porch trying to write a blog. I didn’t really have anything to say but I was avoiding the bigger...
Saturday Morning
Guitar Dog Sprinklers Coffee Newspaper “Pretty flowers.” Mosquito bites Bare feet Chickadee calling His soft singing Lavender bug repellant Cat inside screen door Red watering can reflecting sunlight “What should we do...