Doing something really dumb is not always confined to the human race. Have you ever done the right thing but chosen the wrong place to do it? Sometimes we all goof, even our wild, feathered friends. Yesterday, I was checking out my water fountain and there, floating in the pool, was the broken shell of […]
May 10, 2018
Coffee and a Brand New Mystery
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Rain tiptoed in some time this morning. I wouldn’t have known, but it left its footprints on my deck. Just a trace, a smattering, but the sky is still dark, so maybe there’s more to come. A portent of a wet Thursday? As I was writing the Ned book, you know, the one about that […]
May 9, 2018
Over the Back Yard Fence
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Feelings are aired and problems are shared over the back yard fence. Do we need fewer privacy fences and more of the picket and chain link variety? Just a thought. Privacy fences are good for–well–privacy. The other kind is good for getting to know your neighbor. Yesterday, Peg and I happened to be in our […]
May 8, 2018
And Then Came the Reward
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Work is often its own reward. A person can lose herself in work and troubles all just disappear, or at least, grow smaller. Yesterday was a day perfect for losing troubles and worries. It was a day to be glad just to be alive. Neither hot nor cold, but somewhere in a comfortable in between, […]
May 7, 2018
That Mean Old Ugly Thorn in the Flesh
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Much has been written about St. Paul’s thorn in the flesh, mentioned in II Corinthians 12:7-10. Scholars debate what it might have been. Was it a chronic illness? His eyesight? The Bible says the thorn was a messenger from Satan. The reason it was given? To keep Paul from being exalted above measure. Did God remove […]
May 5, 2018
Just After Sunset
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Just after the sun goes down is a great time to take pictures. Last night, I moseyed into the front yard with my camera and got a few snaps of flowers. I heard a tree frog, a spring peeper, but never did see him..These interesting little creatures have great, big voices and are quite tiny. […]
