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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Where the heck ARE you, anyway?
- Battened down, eating sweet squash pie & not blogging much
- One bright magical shining leaf that was known as Camelot
- Wolf, waves, coyotes, rain, wine, goose, friends.
- The grandkittens grow up into grandcats
- Tea on deck; perfect autumn afternoon
- Tribe of weirdos?
- What do you want to be when you grow up?
- Rumi & back pain
- Missing it
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I have received such wonderful comments and emails lately asking such questions as, “When are you returning to blogging? When are you coming back to Facebook? Where the heck ARE you, anyway?” Dear friends, I don’t know how to answer … Continue reading
Yesterday morning, lazy-eyed and yawning, the coffee cup half-way to these lips, I opened the Kindle Fire and glimpsed this email forward from a friend: When you find people who not only tolerate your quirks but celebrate them with cries … Continue reading
Dear Friends, This week I bought three pints of maple syrup. My friend, Patsy, and her family tapped the sap and boiled to create this delicious treat. After reading yesterday’s comments from so many of you who unabashedly welcomed me … Continue reading
Yesterday, unexpectedly, several online friends sent notes, emails, Facebook messages. “Where are you? When are you coming back to blogging? We miss you. Are you surviving the winter?” My heart lurched in appreciation for friends who reappeared out of the … Continue reading
Indeed, what a weekend it’s been! What a weekend it’s going to be! It is the weekend of the Susies. Specifically, since you asked, Susie Q and Suzi BB. My Internet Pals, turned Real & In-Person. First, may I re-introduce … Continue reading
Last Saturday evening we traveled with friends to the Hungarian Falls, just north of Hancock, near Dollar Bay. We aimed to hike by the falls before eating dinner in Calumet at Carmelitas, a Mexican restaurant, where you buy chips and … Continue reading
Thirty-five years ago the bridesmaids wore yellow. A hot yellow sun oven-baked the Methodist church on September 9th, 1978. We sweltered. We sweated. (OK, maybe it rained. Maybe the bridesmaids wore baby blue and maybe we married in the Presbyterian … Continue reading