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The Holiday Barn: January 2009
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Friday, January 16, 2009. I want to thank my dear friend Cindy for awarding this to me. Http:/ www.cindystamps.blogspot.com/. You can copy and paste the picture of the award and put it on your blog and pass it on to 6 people if you want.Thanks for being great bloggers! Sylvia - http:/ christianhomekeeper.com/. Karen - http:/ lilies-of-the-field.blogspot.com/. Cindy - http:/ cindyslifelessons.blogspot.com/. Beth - http:/ www.myredriverhome.blogspot.com/. Traci - http:/ traciscottage.com/.
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Mists of Morning: March 2013
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For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation. Friday, March 29, 2013. Obsolete and loving it! And I have a back-up VCR in my closet! I have five bookcases in my thre...
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Mists of Morning: April 2015
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For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation. Thursday, April 16, 2015. Making ends meet: How we did it yesterday. Baked Chicken with carrots and potatoes. What's to...
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Mists of Morning: June 2011
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For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation. Sunday, June 19, 2011. Not your usual Father's Day story: Dads aren't always biological fathers. After shaking hands, w...
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Mists of Morning: January 2011
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For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation. Sunday, January 30, 2011. Small brown peat pots. Basil Thyme. Parsley. Herbs in my window. Friday, January 28, 2011.
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Mists of Morning: November 2011
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For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation. Friday, November 25, 2011. Pull curtains of mist. Sleep-shuttered eyes open,. Labels: aros. nature. As November recedes...
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Mists of Morning: January 2012
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For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation. Tuesday, January 10, 2012. Light through a window,. Illumination against the night. Sunday, January 1, 2012.
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Mists of Morning: Transitions
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For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation. Sunday, May 19, 2013. Yet I feel an emptiness within me that has not yet found a place to settle. I hate the city I...
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Mists of Morning: August 2012
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For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation. Thursday, August 23, 2012. As renovation work begins. My feeders are being moved. From place to place around my yard .
