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Close Enough

     It was one of those days.  February felt like May.  Or September.  Buds were busting out of land locked prisons and ditty bopping like Dizzy Gillespie.  Hummingbirds were hitting the liquid pipeline hard.  Oh, the juices that were … Continue reading

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All Is Spoken, Nothing Is Heard

I was up to my ankles and elbows in good clean organic dirt, my home environment on a regular basis according to the many snide pronouncements of the tawny owl, digging several feet down on a cool day in March. … Continue reading

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