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Abracadabra

9 Jan 14 Wind howls from the west. The powder-fine snow that fell over night rises like a spectral conjured from the ground in swirls of white that undulate. Snow lifts from the bare branches, ghosts, and disappears into the … Continue reading

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Winter Moonlight

8 Jan 14 4:00 a.m. Moon shadows stretch across the side yard from the waning gibbous moon, a bright ninety percent illumination. The missing ten percent a glow reflected by snow dust. Tree branches, moon sketched dark, cast mirror images … Continue reading

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Enlightenment

6 Jan 15 I Don’t Understand Anything I See Lesson 3 – A Course in Miracles I’ve replayed the lesson. Paused the recording. Jotted notes, fragmented bits of grappled comprehension. My dead mother’s in the background offering encouragement. “Third grade … Continue reading

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Snow Fall

29 Dec 14 After a green Christmas with temperatures in the high fifties, it’s snowing, the slow peaceful kind. Large, lazy flakes silently, steadily, gather. A quiet congregation has begun to accumulate on the mulched raised gardens, on the brown … Continue reading

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The Hawk

23 Dec 14 The hawk, a feathered drone, swooped in a banked arc from behind the evergreen, a low swift glide dark against the side lawn, to once again drive a bird into the trees’ reflection. The small flock of … Continue reading

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The Pin Oak Leaf

22 Dec 14 A single tan pin oak leaf hangs on the tree. It twists and turns in the sun, shivers in the chilly breeze, the rain, and has weathered two heavy snow storms. I wonder, if like me, it … Continue reading

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Dawn

5 December 14 I searched the Internet and Naturalist field guides to find names for the colors dawn paints the morning, the shades of deep orange and pink that shade the sky behind the bare tree branches, hues that turn … Continue reading

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Late Summer

27 Aug 14 The goldenrod sways in the late August breeze like a metronome. The wind rustled leaves sound like moving water. Elvis eats some tall grass by the patio’s ceramic planter while Ava roams the backyard, her grizzled nose … Continue reading

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