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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Squirrel and chickadee love, February snow, and healing silence
- Palm trees, egrets, shrimp boats (and home again, home again, jiggety jig)
- Imagine you’re 90 years old.
- Annoyed, amazed, humored, and sad. All in one day.
- The widest largest possible view
- Finding our true voices
- Hi ho silver & let them eat caviar (Cowboy Caviar, that is!)
- Missed Perceptions, right, Pam?
- Two weddings, a dam, a journal, death and family photos
- Twelve points on the wall of possibility
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
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I’ve been driving my dear friend Susan to radiation treatment for breast cancer in Marquette several times in these past couple of months. She’s traveled to the hospital for treatment over an hour and a half away from Baraga five … Continue reading
Sometimes I love this twilight hour of a late November afternoon. Darkness approaches; the gray overcast sky nestles among the bones of tree branches. Dinner beckons in the mind’s recesses: what shall we have? Tonight it’s zucchini fritters laced with … Continue reading
I swear you will not regret starting this journal. Way back in 2006 I bought a small wire-bound journal with penned indecipherable cursive writing atop its ivory cover. Barry and I had experienced too many conversations that went like this: … Continue reading
I am reading a book these gray December afternoons, breathing in toward the poetic words and out toward my own life’s reflections. It’s called Wild Comfort: The Solace of Nature by Kathleen Dean Moore. It may not be allowed to … Continue reading
I am stopping by to say hello to this blogging world: Hello, Hello! I am sorry to have seemingly deserted this rich and beautiful place, but it seems like the Universe (whom I hold dear and absolute) has alternate plans … Continue reading
On June 10th the lupine theater played for a full house. They perfumed, awed, and colored the landscape extraordinarily. We onlookers gushed at their purple, pink and white symphony and deeply inhaled their essence. Their lupine-ness shined superb; never were … Continue reading