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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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Is the world upside down?
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Awakened in the middle of the night to a squeal, followed by a familiar guttural – "Who who – who whoooooo? Who who – who whooooooo?" – right outside my window. I worried for some little creature that might have made the squeal, and then remembered that baby owls, who can't yet…
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This is a wholehearted amaryllis, only 4 days after that beautiful bursting bud!
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In this light and from this distance, you can get the sense of an ocean having been here, seeing the different lines of wear and tear along the way. What a watery planet we must have been. Sedona, Arizona. Photo by Paula Post, ©2008
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There's and eagle in this photo, taken last October against an autumn sky. Recently, from the vantage point of a rented canoe, I watched an eagle slowly soar over the water and with an elegant confidence snatch its prey from the willing river and coast away as easily as I breathe. …
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Do we share an ancient memory of a time when life was truly simpler and our days were spent in the open air, close to the changing seasons and nature's ways? Our true heritage as children of this earth, punctuated by the sounds of drums and exotic horns, and the call of…
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