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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Jagged ice fields of Lake Superior
- Sprinkling petals atop snow
- 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?
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Tag Archives: moon
Sometimes mysterious wild & crazy things just happen. Like, let’s say, you’re visiting the bathroom early in the evening when–yes! outside the window!–a delicious almost-full moon arises. It settles between the branches of the poplar trees and winks boldly in … Continue reading
Full cold steady stare of white moon’s face illuminates our wood room filling adventures. Sparkling snowflakes gleam against dark evergreens like fireflies. Soft and alive and diamond, then gone. We crank open the heavy wood room door. An endless winter … Continue reading
Here is a little story inspired by blog reader Colleen who was fascinated by a recent comment about some of our inky black nights in the woods. You can’t see your familiar hands, your feet, your journey to the mailbox. … Continue reading
I just heard the news. Neil Armstrong has died. A good 82 years strong, he’s now passed on. Neil Armstrong walked on the moon on a July evening, back in 1969. He was my hero, that moon-dust walker, because he … Continue reading
the moon decided. that it was a deep enough subject. that it was worthy of revealing itself to you. the moon winked. it winked to you in dreams. and in unexpected blogs. goodnight, moon. we’ll sleep sound tonight beneath your waning glory. … Continue reading
Who says there’s a “man” in the moon? I think there’s a woman hiding out in her shadows, playing with the branches softly veiling her face. The moon is definitely female. She waxes; she wanes. She changes with cycles. She … Continue reading