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Memories of lessons past
Wednesday, August 12, 2020 9:22 AM
My life is so different now, though I suppose that all of our lives have dramatically changed this year. Weddings, funerals, births, graduations and even small things like going to the grocery store are nothing like they used to be, yet what seemed so surreal just a few short months ago has now become the reluctantly expected. I am so thankful in this new world that I had already planned to retire the first of this year.
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  • Memories of lessons past

    Wednesday, August 12, 2020 9:22 AM
    My life is so different now, though I suppose that all of our lives have dramatically changed this year. Weddings, funerals, births, graduations and even small things like going to the grocery store are nothing like they used to be, yet what seemed so surreal just a few short months ago has now become the reluctantly expected. I am so thankful in this new world that I had already planned to retire the first of this year.
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  • Grateful for rain

    Wednesday, August 5, 2020 2:38 PM
    It was so dry, and only just the middle of July, that the leaves on the buckeye trees had begun to turn brown and fall to the ground. They lay in two parallel lines on either side of the creek valley road and swirled in the windy wake of our truck as we passed by.
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  • The little fox

    Wednesday, July 29, 2020 10:50 AM
    The little fox is beautiful, with his black whiskers, black-tipped pointed ears, sleek copper colored coat and bushy white-tipped tail, and he does seem to do a fair job of keeping the rat population at bay, but he has also made creek valley life just a wee bit more complicated. Perhaps, in due time, he will move on, and the chickens will be able wander freely again. I wonder.
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  • Summer heat

    Wednesday, July 22, 2020 6:45 AM
    Today it was amazingly hot at the creek. There was hardly even the slightest breath of air, and the parched ground seemed as though it would burn through the soles of my work boots. Even standing perfectly still, a gentle glistening broke out across my arms.
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  • A love of reading

    Thursday, July 9, 2020 7:50 AM
    I have always loved to read. Perhaps it is because of my ever so fond childhood memories of my grandmother reading to us just before bedtime. We would sit beside her, snuggled in close, helping her turn the colorful pages as she read to us.
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  • A love of reading

    Tuesday, June 30, 2020 9:47 AM
    I have always loved to read. Perhaps it is because of my ever so fond childhood memories of my grandmother reading to us just before bedtime. We would sit beside her, snuggled in close, helping her turn the colorful pages as she read to us.
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  • The pole barn

    Thursday, June 25, 2020 7:46 AM
    The very first thing we built on the farm was the pole barn. We built it as big as we could imagine that we would ever need, 60 feet long by 40 feet wide. Our neighbors had all warned us to build it at least one-third bigger than we thought we might need, and we believed that we were heeding their advice.
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  • The little red tractor

    Wednesday, June 17, 2020 12:06 PM
    My little red tractor may not be show perfect. Her paint is dulled and grease has balled up on her fittings, but she is absolutely picture-perfect in my eyes. I really do feel a kindred spirit in this little machine, and I would not part with her for the world because even though we may both be well into our 60s, we are still happily chugging along.
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  • Wooden shoes

    Wednesday, June 10, 2020 8:25 AM
    I know that my father would be very proud to see that his daughter, though gray-haired and older, walking in his footsteps.
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  • The calming wind

    Thursday, June 4, 2020 11:56 AM
    This morning’s wind is blowing bright white clouds across the creek valley, sending them to the southwest, sailing through a brilliant blue sky. Usually, the wind blows the clouds in the other direction, and I imagine them heading eastward to our son and daughter, who live on the east coast, but not today. Today, it curiously blows the other way.
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