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Noises. Chain saws, leaf blowers, lawn mowers. This is what I am hearing. The people of Boston and really, the entire east coast do not want to hear about this. They are inundated with snow, ice, too much snow, too … Continue reading

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The Pond

I hiked for an hour and a half through tall red indian grass and willows. It has been a while since I explored our ponds in the cool morning freshness of autumn. My presence stirred birds, turtles, frogs and fish. … Continue reading

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The Ancestors Had It Right

Several blog topics have entered, and just as quickly left my brain during the last few days. With a three-year-old in tow, nothing is sticking for very long. What has mattered to my grandson is my learning the names, and … Continue reading

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