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Thursday, October 22, 2020 7:41 AM
I have always loved trees. As a child in the city, I would lie on my back in the park, looking up at the tree branches overhead. I would arrange my view so that I could not see any buildings and imagine that I was in the countryside. Our creek valley world is so different.
  • Thursday, October 22, 2020 7:41 AM
    I have always loved trees. As a child in the city, I would lie on my back in the park, looking up at the tree branches overhead. I would arrange my view so that I could not see any buildings and imagine that I was in the countryside. Our creek valley world is so different.
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  • Tuesday, October 20, 2020 9:00 AM
    Ahh, the stink bug. I have learned that these creatures have only been in our neck of the woods since 1998, and that they originally hailed from the Orient. The very first stateside stinkbug was found in Allentown, Pa., where it is believed to have been somehow accidentally introduced.
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  • Tuesday, October 13, 2020 6:54 AM
    I have also learned that our pigeons easily recognize us as their keepers. They also know our dogs, chickens and our often free-ranging goats. And yes, I can walk right through their midst as they dine on a treat of scattered scratch grains. They do not startle in the least, and I smile.
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  • Friday, October 2, 2020 8:10 AM
    We know of four large pawpaw patches in our section of the valley, one on the hill behind our log home and three down along the road that runs by the creek. It seems that the pawpaw trees grow best by the edge of the woods, where their slender trunks are still protected by the surrounding trees, but the fruit can get enough sunshine to grow and ripen.
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  • Thursday, September 24, 2020 7:34 AM
    It has occurred to me I really should build myself a stone bench, and place it just beside the door, so Downstairs Door Toad and I can sit together and enjoy the creek valley’s evening air. It really is a toad’s life, after all.
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  • Wednesday, September 16, 2020 7:37 AM
    She was a middle-aged toad, as far as toads go. She had slept through six winters, each one blanketing the creek valley in cold, while she lay warm at the bottom of her burrow. Six summers had now passed since she had hopped away from the once-large puddle that had been her hatching place.
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  • Thursday, September 10, 2020 11:11 AM
    We woke to the sound of rain on the roof and the roar of the creek in the valley below. My bedside clock told me it was time to get out of bed, but hardly any daylight shone in through the windows.
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  • Thursday, September 3, 2020 8:19 AM
    When I was younger out on my own, but still single, I realized that I not only loved playing pinball, but that I was actually quite good at racking up the points. I would press the flipper button at just the right moment, the steel ball would ricochet at just the perfect angle and my designated target would flash and ding as the score board added points.
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  • Thursday, August 27, 2020 12:37 PM
    After learning all that I could about black-eyed Susans, I could hardly wait to get my morning chores done so I could properly greet her true love, sweet William. I had not known him by name, but I had certainly seen him out and about in the creek valley. I thought I knew exactly where I was going to find him.
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  • Wednesday, August 19, 2020 9:33 AM
    There is something about her sweet simplicity that has completely captured my heart. I find myself watching for her every summer, and when I see first her, I know that summertime is really here. It is not the heat of the late afternoon, or the fireflies rising off of the orchard field in the evening, but rather the bright nods of the of the creek valley’s black-eyed Susan that I love.
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