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Change is in the air… A big storm – thunder and wind and rain – the air clears, the fires are out and the smoke disappears. Everything changes. (This post revisited from May 28th, 2012)
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Delicate clinging vines – this is a time when clinging is good. Good for the vine and the wall benefits too, aesthetically. Is clinging ever good for us? We humans? Holding on to that good or bad feeling – joy or anger? Being in the moment is preferred, but if you have to…
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Mom? That's not Mom. Are you sure? It's not Mom. No, too tall I guess. Mom? It's not Mom! (This was posted October 5th, 2011, my third post! And now edited a bit too.)
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Looking up or down? You… …today, looking up or down? (That's the short version of today's post. Here is the long one.) If you're feeling good today, happy and cheerful, be sure to share that somehow, because you never know how much a heartfelt smile might mean to someone, how just a…
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…go to the beach.
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So, over the weekend I had a stomach bug and I think that it warped my sense of humor. The photo that was supposed to go with, Famous Last Words, was this one, but when I saw the armadillo, I thought it was so cute that I ran with it. Not…
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"Watch this!" (Apologies to all the armadillos who end up as road kill. Here's hoping that it is always an adventure for each and every one of you.) Famous last words seen on a patch on a biker babe's jacket. See also Cat Meets Armadillo here. Related articles Alien…
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What I have been trying not to say out loud, is that there are blessings or gifts hidden in tragedies, and these gifts may not be obvious for some time to come, but they are there. If we can make a commitment not to let the anger and helplessness allow us to…
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Messy days. Busy days. Messy house. (Messy palm.) Palm tree, posterized etc. for fun! Where are our poets? Time is running out. Poems for April, National Poetry Month. Send yours to: laine@lainesblog.com soon…
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The yellow flowers that grow on the vine that reaches for the heavens, are back and bigger than ever. Each morning there is a bouquet of them on my deck. Gifts from the gods!
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