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See the Mama wren? She’s fussing at me for being too close to her babies who’re tucked inside the bird house. Discarded shoes litter the grass around the pine tree; two bright blue Crocs, a pair of canvas sandals. When the kids are...
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“What do you think of the pink room?” I ask my daughter. “Every time I walk into it I think, ‘Well?’, like I expect it to say something to me, to tell me why it’s so pink,” she replies. Snuggled together on a sunny Sunday morning in bed, we laugh because...
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Hunt out bright blooms, big and small. Snip. Clutch in one hand, while cutting with the other. Feel the prick of thorns. Inside, grab the new turquoise vase with an hourglass figure. Fill it with water – a tall, cool drink for thirsty...
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A sweet scent filling the produce section announces their arrival. Not the cold, hard strawberries on steroids that travel from distant destinations all year round, but the small red jewels that grow local – leaf-hidden, hovering notes of delight. These are...
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I didn’t paint this, but isn’t it beautiful?! Pink, orange and yellow – Zinnia colors. I squirted them liberally across the top of the old painting’s canvas then mixed them with long brush strokes. I found a bunch of picture frames sitting along a...
