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Morning sibs, steps, cuzzes, pals et al...... Last night..... Being totally knackered, with legs swollen the size of oak tree trunks..... I headed upstairs and..... Crawled into bed leaving Marcel down here with his music playing..engrossed in the book he was reading... Not five minutes later I heard a noise... I thought it was BizzyBits trying to open the doors on the dry sink... Every once in a while she takes it into her head to go... Read More
About animal lovers You know, it's a funny thing about some animal lovers. Some of them have a very narrow view or maybe it's a short attention span, I'm not sure which. I was talking to a lady yesterday who has a little ankle biter that she cares about very much. Somehow, during the conversation, the subject of squirrel chili came up. I was the fool who mentioned it. She immediately went on offense, saying that she could not understand how anyone could shoot a cute, adorable, defe... Read More
Lily Pond It sits there, in the middle of a city - Amid the trees and rocks Waiting for nothing - living and breathing from day to day. A quiet pond - one filled with and surrounded by life. Mallards floating on the surface Or standing on the shore with their young ones. Koi swimming beneath the surface - Turtles - snapping and other - under and above Bluegill of all sizes and ages - And one lonely carp - swimming as if King of the Pond. What els... Read More
Tell you about Maine. Hmmmn. Maine, for it's size, is probably one of the most densely wooded states in the lower 48 (certainly northern Maine is). We still have many small towns, a few barely more than whistle-stops (with population of 500 or less), but most are good sized and growing all the time. The last ten years has seen a state-wide boom in new building. New roads, housing developments, condos, new neighborhoods going in where the deer & the moose used to roam.... Read More
Barely moving, softly breathing, quietly I wait. Listening, hoping, watching... I feel their presence. From a grey, sullen sky sinks the finest mist, each tiny drop of which can be felt, cold, sharp, tingling... skin piercing!Everything is moisture laden, dewey, dripping... Water slowly draining ... Read More
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