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One swallowtail hunkered down in the lawn, bobbing up and down as the wind went sweeping down the plain. Another I followed into the tall amber waves of grain in the back field, and located it two-thirds of the way down a stem, gripping on for dear life as each stem waved and whipped past its gossamer wings. I tried to take notes on how to ride out the turbulence. . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ being ok 
a gentle indian summer exhales its smoky spiced cider breath easterly across this season of harvest. meanwhile, i experience the ebb of summer as a riptide so rapid that it threatens to pull me under. tumbled around and pummeled by a tempest of tasks, toppling piles of things, trips to take, transitions to tackle. a . . . → Read More: riptide 
long after today, i predict that the fragrance of lemongrass will bring me back to taking quinn to buy his first deodorant and my concurrent realization that i should really try to curtail my telling of such stories in public. and yet, i want to remember his assessment that, “i expected it not to be . . . → Read More: embarrassing 
i had wanted to say more during women’s history month, but here we are slingshot into the month of april, and 2 of my 3 big events of the year have come and gone. quinn is 10! i am 39! and our wedding is a few short months away, for which we are giddy with . . . → Read More: 39 ~ letters in the sand  3 comments  abundance, gratitude, lifelong learning, natural world  39, abundance, back yard, bayou, being a mama, birthday, celebration, ephemeral, family, farm, fiance, flowers, gratitude, jane goodall, jimmy carter, love, memory, mother hale, mr. rogers, nature, ocean, oregon, oregon trail, outside, ramona quimby, self care, trout lily |
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