Nature’s Hidden Marvels

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Poetry is a fresh morning spiderweb telling a story of moonlight hours of weaving and waiting during a night. (Carl Sandburg) Can you see the spiderweb attached to the purple seed heads of the grass here? I went out one morning last week and there were dozens, perhaps even hundreds of webs scattered throughout the grass in the hayfield. That …

A Stormy Day

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Summertime always brings a few storms. I was just about to go out and pick my blackberries before the birds ate them all and check whether the varmints had been back after the tomatoes, when the sky started getting dark and even began rumbling at me. Not to be deterred, I picked the blackberries anyway since the thunder was simply …

Back to Pioneer Days

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Saturday I got up planning to get everything done. Well, not everything but lots of things. Painting the outside door facings, touching up paint inside that has been waiting several years for the touch of a paintbrush. I was going to paint a chair, cook for today’s church dinner, maybe get crazy and mop the kitchen floor. You get the …

Getting Sun the Hard Way

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We’re having a heat wave here in Kentucky. Upper 90’s and all those crazy heat index numbers the weather people came up to make us feel miserable in the summer the way we do in the winter when they start spouting wind chill temperatures. It’s never just whatever temperature the thermometer says anymore. I could have used some of that …