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| Blog Name: | Dirt Road Heaven |
| Url: | http://dirtroadheaven.blogspot.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | country life, nature, wildlife |
| Description: | Now that we're bonafide forest-dwelling hermits - good hermits .. the kind that bathe regularly and have all their own teeth - (no offense dirty, toothless hermits), our blog Dirt Road Heaven chronicles our daily joy in simplicity, found feathers and the quiet whisper of wind in our octogenarian trees. We'll share our agony and defeat in nuevo chicken ranching and gardening efforts. So we hope you'll visit. But don't stay too long .. you know, us being hermits and all ........ :) |
| Popularity: | 64 Followers |
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I said I was sorry!
I had to do penance. We have about 1800 square feet of porch on three sides of our house. I love every inch of it except at this time of year when every inch of it is covered with inches of leaves and pointy little acorns. Every tried walking on acorns with bare feet? Ouch. (And yes, I know I shouldn't be barefoot in November.) So I was sweeping and blowing the porch off and blaspheming the
I had to do penance. We have about 1800 square feet of porch on three sides of our house. I love every inch of it except at this time of year when every inch of it is covered with inches of leaves and pointy little acorns. Every tried walking on acorns with bare feet? Ouch. (And yes, I know I shouldn't be barefoot in November.) So I was sweeping and blowing the porch off and blaspheming the
A life in excess
I am so full.The day after Thanksgiving and the dishes have been washed and put away. The remnants of a beautiful meal prepared for leftovers or frozen for a cold night's supper. Hugs given, received, laughs shared, wine spilled, love soaked up ... I live a life of excess. Abundance! Wealth beyond measure.Some would say (and most days I would agree) that this has been a devil of a year.
I am so full.The day after Thanksgiving and the dishes have been washed and put away. The remnants of a beautiful meal prepared for leftovers or frozen for a cold night's supper. Hugs given, received, laughs shared, wine spilled, love soaked up ... I live a life of excess. Abundance! Wealth beyond measure.Some would say (and most days I would agree) that this has been a devil of a year.
Do you think of me?
It's the day before Thanksgiving, 2009. Another year is winding down with just a little more than a month before it expires and moves into the realm of history. Another set of seasons gone thru, one at a time (although the edges between some of them are pretty blurry) with only Winter yet to come. I'm thinking of the ghosts of Thanksgivings past. The people I've been blessed to know and love
It's the day before Thanksgiving, 2009. Another year is winding down with just a little more than a month before it expires and moves into the realm of history. Another set of seasons gone thru, one at a time (although the edges between some of them are pretty blurry) with only Winter yet to come. I'm thinking of the ghosts of Thanksgivings past. The people I've been blessed to know and love
Thank you, for everything.
The blackjack oaks in the early morning lightIt's been a busy week. There's been groceries to buy, menus to plan, and preliminary almost-but-not-quite Thanksgiving dinner to prepare on Sunday. But now that the real contributions for Thanksgiving dinner are either in the refrigerator wrapped in shiny aluminum foil or in the oven baking to perfection, I thought I'd sit a spell.A Sassafras showing
The blackjack oaks in the early morning lightIt's been a busy week. There's been groceries to buy, menus to plan, and preliminary almost-but-not-quite Thanksgiving dinner to prepare on Sunday. But now that the real contributions for Thanksgiving dinner are either in the refrigerator wrapped in shiny aluminum foil or in the oven baking to perfection, I thought I'd sit a spell.A Sassafras showing
Mrs. Riggs
I am sad to say that I didn't have the opportunity to know her. But despite that small technicality, she's become a very important part of my life.Dorothy at 17 wearing Dave's Dad's Marine dress hatShe was born Dorothy Marie Guillotte on Christmas Day in 1924 in Sulphur Mines, Louisiana. Her father was a truck driver for Union Gulf Sulphur and her mother raised Dorothy and the four that came
I am sad to say that I didn't have the opportunity to know her. But despite that small technicality, she's become a very important part of my life.Dorothy at 17 wearing Dave's Dad's Marine dress hatShe was born Dorothy Marie Guillotte on Christmas Day in 1924 in Sulphur Mines, Louisiana. Her father was a truck driver for Union Gulf Sulphur and her mother raised Dorothy and the four that came
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