Outdoors, Poetry, Writing

A Morning Bath #WordsMatter #WhenItRains

7 Sep , 2019  

The silly squirrel is back – looking as if he’d like to climb right through my kitchen window for his morning bath and breakfast!

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An oil painting of a tree, and the same view from my kitchen window.

Outdoors, Poetry

Outside My Window, There’s a Tree #WordsMatter

3 Aug , 2019  

Outside my window, there’s a tree…

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Outdoors, Visual Perspectives

Ominous Clouds #AtoZChallenge

4 May , 2019  

O-fficially O-ver The #AtoZChallenge2019 is officially over. Do I throw in the towel, admit “failure”? Oh, no. Nope. I’m going to finish this thing if it takes the next six months. Ominous Clouds In the last week and a half I’ve put over 1600 miles on my car. It’s a 2014 Honda with less than […]

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K-Cup DIY Recycling

Outdoors, Technical & How-to

Caffeine is My Jet Fuel; Nitrogen is My Garden’s!

21 Jan , 2019  

We haven’t ditched the 12-cup drip coffee maker for our morning coffee, but the single-serve Keurig coffee maker lets us make less in the afternoon or evening, and lets me indulge my taste buds with a variety of flavored coffees while my husband sticks to his preferred brand of Columbian coffee. There’s just one problem: […]

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Humor, Outdoors, Travel, Visual Perspectives

Free to Be a Beach Bum

19 Dec , 2018  

Blissfully doing nothing while on vacation. Living the dream! Just kidding: swimming, eating, walking, taking photos, drinking mai tais, making nose hats – that’s not “doing nothing” after all, is it?

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Outdoors, Travel, Visual Perspectives

Sacrificing to Pele

18 Dec , 2018  

Molokini. Snorkeling, tropical fish, sea turtles – all that, the main attraction for most, was icing on the cake. For me, it was all about the volcano.

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Outdoors, Travel, Visual Perspectives

Finding the Needle (It Wasn’t in a Haystack!)

16 Dec , 2018  

I might be forgiven for moving it to a whole different island; after all, at nine, I was not in charge of transportation. I could drink it all in with my eyes; I wasn’t driving.

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Outdoors, Travel, Visual Perspectives, Writing

High in the House of the Rising Sun

15 Dec , 2018  

10,023 feet high, that is.

What better way to greet the sun than jet-lagged, well-caffeinated, half-frozen, and accompanied by someone you love?

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I Love the Smell of Decomp in the Morning

9 Sep , 2018  

She had a primrose path, a little wooded section, and far to the back, a compost heap that she turned regularly with a pitchfork. It smelled of earth and death and life, and it made rich soil for her wildflowers. She taught us not to waste things, but we were kids and we forgot.

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