Beauty

My mother was a beautiful woman. Everyone says so — both now and at the time. Hell, I said so, both now and at the time. We could all agree on that. And that was comforting, in a time of open warfare between us. But I have looked at many photo albums that are in Continue reading Beauty

No birds.

The warblers convinced me to go out and simply be outside, even though I knew that by the time I got there, the birds would be having their midday nap. I heard a fairly busy red-bellied woodpecker, but that was it. And one turtle, a red-eared slider, sunning itself on the shore of the pond. Continue reading No birds.

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… and filed away here for future use. Now I have to go shoot those Bambis that have been eating all my hostas the past few years. From ProfessorBainbridge.com: With apologies to Stephen Green…a Friday Recipe Sometimes you pick the wine to go with the food you’ve chosen, but sometimes you pick a meal to Continue reading found via VodkaPundit