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What Pictures Cannot Show

There are many things a picture cannot show. It cannot show a taste, a sound, a smell, or a physical sensation. It also cannot show just how vividly purple the violets are against the wet grass and the grey weather, … Continue reading

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Change

Change is coming. I can feel it in the air. Change to big things. Change to small things. I wish I felt that it would all be good.

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Music for Writing

Listening to Into the Trees by Zoe Keating. Good music to listen to while writing, or anytime

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Headphones

I haven’t done much writing for my rhyme project or my novel lately. I have done a lot of journaling, though, which is good. Even better, I have programmed myself to start writing when I put my headphones on. So … Continue reading

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Life Continues

Suddenly there are violets everywhere purpling the grass. The insects are here to visit them and their neighbors, the dandelions and creeping Charlie. Yesterday I saw not only the usual carpenter bees and green bees, but also a bee fly … Continue reading

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The Truth About Green Bees

Among the insects that visit my yard are little green bees, and what I call them is “little green bees.” I know that they’re technically “sweat bees,” but I usually don’t call them that, because it’s an icky name. That … Continue reading

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How Dare She!

What’s really annoying is when a scientist takes the plot for your novel and tries to turn it into real life. (BTW, I’m not suggesting for a moment that she “stole” my idea. I’m just unhappy that it’s taking me … Continue reading

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First Violet of 2019

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Excommunicated

My husband visited his parents today, and my mother-in-law sent some chourico home with him. I reheated the chourico and ate it on a hot dog bun with some ketchup. Yes, ketchup. I’m pretty sure that’s enough to get me … Continue reading

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Listening

It’s a beautiful night for listening to the peepers.

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