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 …

Growing Up on the Farm

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The last couple of weeks I’ve invited you readers to ask questions about my books, writing, or whatever. I answered most of the questions about writing last week on Wednesday. Hop back a couple of posts if you missed them. And if you’ve got more questions, I might be able to come up with more answers.   Emily threw in …

Wildflower Weekend

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A busy time here at the farm for Easter weekend. While all the family didn’t get to come, some of them did. My daughter and her husband and their German shepherd went wildflower hunting with me on Saturday morning. Actually my son-in-law was more into searching for fossils. So we found flowers blooming now and looked for evidence of long …

Neighborhood Walking

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Walking is man’s best medicine. ~Hippocrates If you are one of my Facebook buddies, you know I enjoy walking. It’s exercise. It’s nature searching. It’s sharing. Most of the time I walk alone. Well, not really alone. With my dog, Oscar, although this summer when the temperature hovered around 100, Oscar preferred the air-conditioning and not walking. I took a …

Dogwoods – Its Legends and Winters

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I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. ~George Washington Carver If you are a regular here to my blog or on my Facebook page, you know I enjoy the woods and the fields, the flowers and the trees, and the birds and …

The Breaths of Nature

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After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood. ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh Every year I love walking to an area on our farm to see some of those miracles of nature. I’ve already shared a few of the photos I took on my Facebook page. I …