This week I am up in the mountains of Maine all by myself. No children, no parents, no pets. Just me. For many reasons, and the worldwide crises (googling “crisis plural”) is definitely among them, I may post a lot of small posts on this here web log. Just a head’s up, especially for those of you who get my posts by email!
Here’s where I am (heart emoji x a thousand):
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- standing at the side of the house, looking toward the church and street
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- the garden has been tucked in for the winter
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- across the stream, to the pipeline
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- my mother’s perennial garden, also mostly asleep