These Old Bones…They Ain’t What They Once Were.

Leave to a youngish mind in a middleaged, out of shape body to discover the hard way (always the hard way) that he cannot still do everything he once did.

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Waiting…Watching…Listening

This morning as the sun comes up, the day starts out foggy. The woods behind the house are hazy through the gray, cloaking moisture. The morning is still, but nowhere

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Twitter Updates for 2009-04-22

Today the thermometer says it reached 89 degrees outside my kitchen. I think spring is giving way to summer. I’m not ready yet for the 90’s. # RT @fred1st Looking

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Wednesday Morning Muse

Standing out in the backyard with my morning coffee as the sun rises, it was still. There was absolutely no breeze stirring, an unusual occurrence for here, at least lately…Cool

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Perfectly Still

“I know what grows in the warmth and the expanding light of spring. But I wonder tonight what grows in this stillness. Perhaps it’s only the mosquitoes hunting for the first time this year, or the Diptera that will be rising and falling along the river’s edge tomorrow morning.”

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I Love Blueberries…Don’t You?

Blueberry, by Diane Lockward Deep-blue hue of the body, silvery bloom on its skin. Undersized runt of a fruit, like something that failed to thrive, dented top a fontanel. Lopsided

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