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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Miracle of an October walk beside the Slate River
- Is life looking up…or down?
- Mums for my mom
- What I have learned during the pandemic
- Let the photos do the talking
- Forest teaching about Intent and coming from love versus division
- The sh*t phone is history.
- Snake fear and love
- Flute tree, rain web, road of life
- What I really want to say…
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
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Monthly Archives: November 2013
Picture this. The day before Thanksgiving. Waking up to about eight inches of beautiful fresh white snow outside our Little House in the Big Woods. The wood stove humming and throbbing to heat our home, relishing its breakfast of hardwood … Continue reading
I am still amazed at our human propensity to be titillated about conflict. Something in the human mind loves drama. We so often rush to read about negativity, challenges, despair, suffering. We’re often intrigued to learn more about the day’s … Continue reading
Lately I’ve been enjoying rising in the dark, listening to the whistling teakettle and the humming wood stove, and writing stories. Did you know the Native Americans reserved many stories to share only in wintertime, when wind whipped outside wigwams … Continue reading
The clock ticks 6 a.m. Outside our Little House in the Big Woods the wind howls fiercely. Father November has thrown a deep cloak of blackness across the breasts of trees and the wood stove sputters in the basement. Barry … Continue reading
Yesterday morning we ate breakfast with a group of wolf hunters. I shan’t tell you who they are. Michigan sports a new law: it’s game now to hunt wolves in the Upper Peninsula. Cost? $100 for residents. $500 for non-residents. … Continue reading
I’m home! Suitcase *mostly* unpacked. Mail tended. We’re headed off to a Turkey Supper at the Skanee Church in a couple of hours. (Barry will probably appreciate this after his week alone. Although he made a mean tuna salad all … Continue reading
Every morning this week, here on Fort Myers Beach, we’ve left my parent’s condo on the Back Bay and ambled for about 25 minutes toward the beach. We gain beach access through a grassy path. This week the sprinklers shot … Continue reading