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Today I woke to frosty trees, crisp, chilly air, wanted to stay under every quilt I have. this afternoon, the sun will be shining, and I will be on a walkabout with my daughter, Sarah. Ahh Spring! A writing instructor once told me that only lazy people use quotes, I say why fix what…
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Early morning, miss the sounds of chickens waking, cows bumping up against stanchions, waiting to be milked. Miss the smell of hay dust filtering down through the haymow floor. Remember sitting in the loft door, looking out over the farm, hills, fields, gullies. Miss the real country. Time to go find it again.
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My mother has hard-working hands, fingers bent, somewhat gnarled from arthritis, knuckles turned large from worry, life. Blue tinted veins prominently run under her skin; skin that has turned translucent, fine, almost parchment through her years. Her nails, at this time, are manicured, acrylic, colored. And she is quite proud of them. That was not…
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Happy day from us all. St Pats has always been my harbinger of Spring. I LOVE spring!!!!!
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Snows melting, too warm for my getting slightly grungy snow boots, still too wet for summer shoes. A problem….or…..hmmm….maybe a blessing of wonderful weather!
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How often have I lain in bed of a morning, hand dangled over the edge, creating the coming day in dreams?
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Like many people, I awoke the other morning to view and hear about shocking and horrific events in Japan. I watched, horrified, at the loss of life. Images passed across my television screen and my internet servers that were unbelievable, hard to understand, and painful to watch. I know that this sort of event, on…
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Tilly Evan Jones 