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This giant Maple is one of many shady spots at our house. They heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden at the time of the evening breeze . . . Genesis 3 It’s hot, humid, and I’m sweating just sitting in the evening shade. Crisscrossed in the green...
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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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ech-o-lo-ca-tion (noun) the location of objects by reflected sound, in particular that used by animals such as dolphins and bats. To be a person of faith, is to consent to life lived blind as a bat, to be a people of light...
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Yesterday afternoon, the setting sun tinted the fog a rosy pink and the trees, darkened by the rain, stood out stark against a backdrop of cotton candy. It looked like a scene straight out of a fairytale. Today great gusts of wind work to sweep away the...
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This December presented the opportunity to fulfill a life-long secret dream of being a florist as I worked at a dear friend’s flower farm for a few days. The first day was spent cutting Eucalyptus branches and “greening” a series of lovely...
