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Wordless Wednesday: Breathe Along With Earth’s Passing Seasons
(As usual, full screen is highly recommended.)
Wordless Wednesday – The Final of My Series: Autumn Unfolding at Laurel Hill
You’ll need to make sure your volume is turned WAY up for the full experience. And to review past weeks, go back here, with earlier links posted one by one. Thanks for stopping by for this little series the past six weeks. ♥
Help NC’s Best Environmental Stewards – And Have Fun, Too!
The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all, our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope. ~ Wendell Berry It’s time once again for the NC Conservation Network’s Annual Fundraising Auction The North Carolina Conservation Network is … Read more
Wordless Wednesday, Week 5 of Autumn Unfolding. Plus a Surprise Visitor.
Bonus surprise – a visitor (yes, fully grown) last week who decided to rearrange our bird feeder, our recycling, and our garbage can (and contents): If you are tracking these, here’s the link to last week’s post (which has the link to the previous week, etc.)
Belated Wordless Wednesday, Autumn Unfolding at Laurel Hill, Week 4
(Due to technical issues while I’ve been away, Wordless Wednesday is (obviously) late this week. This photo, taken by John on Wednesday, at the same time of morning as all the previous weeks, is unfiltered, unretouched, with only a frame added).
Sweet October
This year, I have come staggering and stumbling into October. Usually, I am bursting with joy, swirling into this rich, magical time that I adore. But there’s been the shocking, sudden death of a beloved friend, eight years younger than me… several work disappointments that I was not expecting… Hard and harder world news … Read more
Wordless Wednesday: The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up
(If you mouse over the images, you can see the captions…)
Twenty Years Gone
Ripple Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Jerry Garcia If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near, as it were your own? It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they’re better … Read more