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Out the window
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LES
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june seventhHappy Birthday to this one:
Firstborn.Happy Anniversary to these two:
Miss them. -
Laura's Garden | Bush Library, SMU, Dallas
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Mom's vase
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big and bright
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Winter After the Stillbirth | Renee Emerson
My husband dreads the winter. Born himself on the darkest day of the year and disregarded, he sees nothing but black ice, danger of pipes bursting, other people’s cats freezing, left outside like a name scratched off the list. But fish still swim beneath the frozen surface of lakes, and there are frogs that let their blood ice over in the mud to thaw again in the spring, green Lazarus come forth.
And even I, born on the last day of winter, can see how the snow can cover this all up to look cleaner than it ever was, for a moment at least, while it is still falling in our hair, in our up-turned, hope-filled faces.
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High windows
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More High Windows
Elsworth Kelly, Austin -
Oregano blossoms
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like capistrano
The Beach Balls have completed their winter migration!
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roygbiv
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Never Did. Nope.As Isaak Walton said (almost): "Surely, God could have made a better cocktail. Surely, God never did."
#arrangement in white, gray, and olive
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Here we are!I must admit, sometimes I find the daily lectionary to be a chore. Not today.
This, from Baruch (Baruch! - in the Apocrypha), is simply wonderful:
... the stars shone in their watches, and were glad;
he called them, and they said, ‘Here we are!’
They shone with gladness for him who made them.
Baruch 3:34 -
Daily Tostada.
“Dad, now that you’re officially old, do you have any bits of wisdom to share?” “Yes, child. It’s always a good idea to put some lemon zest on whatever you’re eating."
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