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My fascination with sage continues. Even in the winter time sage is such a beautiful part of my landscape.  Although it is dormant and not as fragrant as in the spring or summer, in certain areas it still rises out of the snow and brushes the landscape with its existence.  These plants are a larger type and a welcome site on my winter walks.

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I have enjoyed the project of writing "small stones" through the month of January.  Although I might not have shared each on here, I do have a wonderful notebook filling up.  The process of finding a "small stone" for each day has helped me to be aware of my surroundings- people, nature, weather- and keep my mind focused, leaving the negative out, and bring the most important moments in the light

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10 below outside,  and we are sitting around the table eating Popsicles.

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On days like today when the light is low and it continues to snow, Jimmy Buffett fixes my predicament with songs of the sun, the beach, and being carried far away.

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Today as I drove towards the mountains, I turned the radio off and simply drove in the silence.

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My little girl puts on her cross country skis and takes off down the road, this year needing less instruction and hardly any help at all. She heads towards our bird houses in the middle of the pasture, and I can't resist the powder of new snow and the chance to put on my skis. Breaking a trail makes it easier for her, but she is loving the time outside, being in the sun, looking at rabbit tracks

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Two friends talking as our kids play around her house. We know each other well enough not to worry, not to compete, only to understand and enjoy the time, the company. A friendship worth the comforts not always so easily found.

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Snow is finally here and I am alone this white expanse. How can something that is so beautiful leave me so vulnerable?

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A good book, where I can read and read and be so intrigued with the characters and the story line and the authors voice that I'll stay up late just to read and skip all other duties I have during the day, only happens here and there.  But when it does there is only the book, a lamp, a mug, a blanket and the world in which I enter.

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Purple skies and mountains in the morning, the day eases in. Triumphant pinks and oranges stretch from mountain range to mountain range at sunset as the day ends.

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A Saturday visit with neighbors reminds me of when I was young, of the people who lived close to me and became so much like family.  Hot chocolate and friendly exchanges, my kids running circles around their house, one that does not have little feet running around other than a small dog and cat.  A few lessons in manners- no jumping off of the couch, no interrupting, leave the cat alone, don't

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ice reflecting moonlight illuminates a path one i could even follow without straying or losing the way

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morning coffee new day one cup first sip sun rises mountains fresh snow fresh start

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Conversations with my sister, an extension of myself. A seperate set of eyes she understands without explanation, knowing what I do, having been there too. In the morning or in the afternoon, it's me and her figuring out our worlds.

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My little boy zooms by me pushing his Tonka truck. His noises sound just like one, as snow boots and little legs glide over an icy road with ruts.The sun shines down upon us as our daily chores are finished. He leads us back up up up, rosy cheeks from such exertion, bright eyes from such excitement.

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Even though a couple of days of January have already passed, I am going to join in the Jan '12 River of Stones by writing about a "small stone" each day. What are small stones?  A short piece of writing that captures a fully engaged moment, as described on the Writing Our Way Home website. To me it's a bit of poetry out of my day and life that will become a memory, my own stones I find along

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Christmas Vespers As the last months of the year approach and pass, I look forward to and enjoy listening to Christmas music.  I have my favorite contemporary vocal artists, and listen to the satellite and Pandora internet radio stations, but have found a fondness for the beautiful choirs from around the world that perform classic vocal and instrumental renditions of the carols.  It’s the

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Current Conditions: Partly Sunny 16 degrees Fahrenheit Outside is my very own icicle.  I should probably knock it down, but there is something beautiful about waking up in the morning and seeing the pink sky through my icicle.  For some reason this icicle in particular has not broken off on its own on some of our warmer days, others have, lying on the ground below as proof.  Instead, it

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Elizabeth W. Davidson has written a children's book entitled Cheery: The ture adventures of a Chiricahua Leopard Frog.  With a doctorate in entomology from Ohio State University, Dr. Davidson's work has involved studying the interactions between insects and bacteria.  Since 1973 she has been at Arizona State University and has recently focused her research on diseases of amphibians, working

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Book Giveaway!! On the Volcano by James Nelson The year is 1875. Katie MacDonald lives with her father on the rim of a volcano so remote she has only met three people in her life. They've built a simple but happy life for themselves, far from the frontier perils of the world below—until a long-promised birthday trip to the rough-and-tumble town of Badwater takes an ugly turn and

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Enjoy the following interview with James Nelson, author of On the Volcano: 1.         You have had an extensive writing career. Did you always plan on writing a young adultnovel? No, the idea never crossed my mind. The fact is, On the Volcano started out as just “anovel.” It was to be read by anyone––adults, young adults, intelligentchildren, whoever wanted a good story. But publishing is

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  Book Review by Molly J. Bredehoft Title: On the Volcano Author: James Nelson Publisher: Putnam Juvenile ISBN 13: 978-0399252822 Price: $16.99 (Canada $21.00) Gold, greed, and romance await for Katy MacDonald to discover as she steps into life as a young woman.  A tomboy having lived a secluded life with her father in the late 1800’s near a volcano, Katy is soon to find

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Fall colors come quickly to our mountains in western Wyoming.  The willows, aspen and choke cherry trees display a final burst of yellow, orange and red beauty before their leaves fall and lie dormant on the ground.  Everything on the earth, including me, seems to hold their breath; capturing the final smells of the sun warming golden grass, the sweet silvery sage on the hillsides and

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Book Review by Molly J. Bredehoft Title: 5 Steps to Decode Your Dreams Author: Gillian Holloway, Ph.D Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc. P.O. Box 4410 Naperville, IL 60567-4410 ISBN 978-1-4022-5598-4 Price: $12.99 As a writer, advice is often given to keep track of your dreams. Why? Because dreams can be a valuable source for a writer to draw upon when telling stories and

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As fall approaches, I often reflect on the place where I grew up- the Colorado plains. I don’t know why; the autumn season in the mountains is something people drive for miles to see and experience. And although the beauty of the changing leaves of the Aspen trees is remarkable and breathtaking, my mind and heart still wander and think on the pumpkin patches and the dried corn in the fields

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One Flight Up: Four women, four friendships and the men in their livesBook Review by Molly J. BredehoftTitle: One Flight UpAuthor: Susan Fales-HillPublisher: Washington Square PressA Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc.1230 Avenue of the AmericasNew York, NY 10020ISBN 978-1-4391-2500-7Price: $13.00If you are curious as to what is taking place behind the closed doors of New York City’s most

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Over the summer I have been experimenting with sourdough, making my own starter from scratch. A tedious process, but I have a nice starter sitting in my refrigerator grazing on my weekly feeding of flour.After about 10 days of two daily feedings, keeping the starter at a precise temperature, checking to make sure the temperature was just right, keeping the starter covered, worrying over my

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All summer the lupine have been prolific across the prairie grasslands, intermingling with the sage. The hardy plant seems to be in constant bloom, a reminder to enjoy summer while it is still here. In the evening when the sun begins to turn the sky purple, the lupine becomes one with the royal expanse above. Beautiful colors for the eye to gaze upon and remember when our visual expanse is

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In the evenings our local Pronghorn herd has been wandering through our pasture and over to the neighbors’ land. The herd has several young fawns born this year, and I finally found a moment when they would let me capture them with my camera.As the cool air took over the summer heat, I watched the Pronghorn fawns run through the sage, almost as if playing chase with one another, and was amazed

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Over the weekend my family and I set out to get a load of poles from the forest to build a corral. We bought our pole cutting permit from the Forest Service for an allotted amount of trees we could cut down. The best trees are the Lodgepole Pine, Pinus contorta; the stipulation to cutting down the trees: they had to be dead. With the pine beetle destroying Lodgepole Pine forests in the Rocky

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We added two new members to our family this summer. My husband and I knew we would like to find some horses for our kids to begin riding on, and after looking around in all of the local papers and online sites, we found some reasonably priced horses suitable for kids- Boots and Cowboy. As far as horses go, they are nothing extravagant; but they are calm, easy to catch, tolerant around kids, and

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We saw our first Pronghorn fawn last week. He and his mamma were running down our dirt road as we drove by them, right next to our car. Believe it or not, he and his mamma were running far too fast for me to pull over and take some photos of them. Even though they were so close to us, they were over the hill and hidden in some sagebrush before we could get stopped. It’s amazing that the fawns

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On occasion I have some extra time to snoop around on the internet and see where the links lead. Recently I was rummaging around and came across this map, created by amproehl, on Flickr. The map is an interpretation of the ancient trade routes along the Silk Road. In case you didn’t know, Marco Polo was a famous traveler on this route, stretching from the Mediterranean Sea to China. Polo was

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Addie SlaughterThe Girl Who Met GeronimoBy Susan L. KruegerInterview with the author1. What made you decide to do a chapter book on Addie Slaughter?It was a trip to the Slaughter Ranch in Cochise County. Reba Wells Grandrud made arrangements for our writers group to stay at the ranch and while we were there, Reba presented her talk on the Slaughter family. I realized others would relate to

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‘Addie Slaughter’: For young readers and adultsTitle: Addie Slaughter: The Girl Who Met GeronimoAuthor: Susan L. Krueger, ED.D.Publisher: Five Star Publications, Inc.P.O. Box 6698Chandler, AZ 85246-6698ISBN 978-1-58985-197-9Price: $15.95On a ranch located in the remote area of the Arizona- Mexico border in the San Bernardino Valley, there lived a brave little girl and her family in the late

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Getting away from daily life is a good way for me to re-focus, relax and re-energize myself. I often times become far to engaged in the worries and troubles of life. Am I doing enough? Will I ever succeed at what I truly want? And so I work and do, just as I have been taught. Then doing, doing, doing, begins to take away from life and I forget to enjoy each day. I begin to live just get

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After trying to work out our schedules to take a short trip to get away from the snow, we finally just said we are going. Our summer is becoming filled, and since my husband’s busy time at work is during the warm months, if we don’t leave now we won’t be able to go until the snow comes back again. The excitement of a map, an open road and now plans is refreshing. We try to fill up our time in

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April is National Poetry Month, and although the days in April are coming close to being completed, this does not mean the celebration of the prose should cease. Here is a list of a few websites you might want to browse:The Poetry Foundation- offers exploration of modern poets and poets of the past; learning tools and in depth look at the meaning of certain poems.Narrative Magazine- online

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This morning I awoke to the sound of birds, jubilant sounds to a sleepy mind and a body ready for a change in season. When my little boy woke up and walked out of his room, he began to ask me for juice but was stopped. He ran to our glass door and said, “Birds, mommy.”In the evenings a twosome of Sandhill Cranes has been flying by, their distinctive refrain echoing over the prairie as they fly

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A neighbor down the road introduced me to this book. It was our first exchange, and she gave it to me with some hesitation, worried about what I liked to read and if I would like this particular book. She didn’t need to worry about me basing any type of bias towards the book or her; I love to read and enjoy being introduced to new authors.Margaret Mascarenhas presents the reader to Irene Dos

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A couple of weeks ago my family and I went out for a day of ice fishing. We snow-machined about 20 miles back into the mountains to Green River lakes to see what we could catch. The view at the lake is enough to make any body's day complete, the Wind River Mountains hugging the lake in solid beauty. We go here often, but to see the mountains, untouchable to most humans due to the depth of the

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Last weekend my husband and I were able to meet our friends' brand new baby girl, hours after she was born. Since we don't live close by we don't get so see them as often as we would like, so we were fortunate to be able to share a special moment in their lives. It was a rainy Sunday morning and we were running late, as usual. As we found a place to park I watched a Toyota Camry pull into a

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The other day as I walked out of church with one of my daughter's little friends, she said, "My mom and I are going to go outside and I'm going to smell today." I thought this was a funny thing to say. The ground up here is still frozen and covered with snow, leaving only hints of frozen water to be smelled as the wind blows across the snow. But as she played on the sidewalk I opened my eyes

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"Frozen like a popsicle," is what my little girl likes to say when we open the door and head out into the cold. This week was no exception. On Tuesday we left and were gone for 3 1/2 hours to come home to a driveway covered in snow. As you can see, I got stuck. High centered, to be exact. Thankfully I had one bar on my cell phone and could call my husband to come and rescue me. But living in

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As I hear of other places where the temperature has risen to the point where the grass is greening and the buds on the trees are coming out, I can't help but look outside my window and see my six foot mound of snow. In fact, my lane, on both sides, has a continuous mound at least four feet tall. I can still cross country ski around our small pasture; which is a good thing, I guess. But I'm

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Remarkable sunrises and sunsets are so much more vivid across white plains of snow. The vibrant colors are a feast for eyes accostomed to the monotones of winter. We were traveling over Togwotee Pass, which is breathtaking any time of the year, right as the sun slipped off to the west and illuminated the sky and the Tetons. It was one of those moments when you knew you were in the right place

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Getting the suggested amount of vegetables in my diet to have a healthy lifestyle has always been difficult. Mainly because I just don't really care for them. So like a little kid I have to sneak them into my own food. This week I made meatballs to go along with pasta (but forgot to take a picture).I'm like my grandma and don't write down recipes. I should; but like her, I add something new every

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Over the winter I have begun to read and write more poetry. I am very interested in form and have found that the best way to learn about it is to read more poems.Unfortunately our library does not have too much to offer in poetry, nor do some of the book stores I go in desperately searching for modern poets' books. But searching through the poetry section in the library I did find one book by

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This week as the stories about the death and destruction from the earthquake in Christchurh, NZ were reported, I was saddened for the people of NZ, and people of other countries, who lost friends, loved ones, and general parts of a beautiful city.The photo above is one I took off the eastern coastline of the South Island of New Zealand. My husband and I were traveling from Christchurch to Picton,

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Not too long ago, after the kids story time, one of the librarians and I were discussing reading. She said while her kids were growing up there was a time where she didn't read. I wondered: how can you live a fullfilled life without reading; how could you miss out on years of reading, my list would be so incredibly long I would have to hide away somewhere to complete it all. I guess not everyone

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Beginning yoga has been a positive and healthy experience for me. I have always been interested in the practice, but never stepped out to try it. So far this is my second week and I am looking forward to the continuation of the class as I become stronger and more comfortable with some of the poses. Already this week I felt more confident as I stood on my left leg, the right bent and my ankle

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Winter returns tonight as the snow whips around outside, gathering on the windows-mostly on the left side- displaying a collage from the tormenting wind. Drifts will line the road, giving the plows and tractors more snow to push up onto the already existing mounds, or creating even more places to play King of the Hill. People say they haven't seen this much snow in 15 years, but still consider

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A few minutes alone and I have time to turn on the Christmas music, brew some tea, and sit and idly contemplate the season.Our tree is up and decorated, the house is covered in Santa and nativity scenes, Christmas books from the library, and some of our own, are read in increments, our calendar is filled with upcoming activities, and yet the quiet, still snow outside reminds me to take each

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Our first snow of the season came this week, leaving our mountains white and the evergreens with patches of snow glistening in the sun. We can usually anticipate a snow storm to arrive around Halloween, preparing us for the winter months ahead.This snow was certainly enough to stick around for a few days, and still here, although not quite enough for building snowmen. We are reminded to get out

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My sister and I were fortunate enough to be able to spend some time at one of our favorite places in the world. The catch was we stayed in a camper trailer with four kids under the age of 4. There were a few afternoons where we needed a break from being confined to small places and small people, so we took turns going off by ourselves while the little ones took a nap.It was a hot afternoon and

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"Poor and content is rich and rich enough." ~Shakespeare Shakespeare puts into words some of my reflections over the summer. How easy it is to be unhappy with the things you don't have, verses being happy with what you do have. I know I often find myself in this trap: wishing for a bigger house, more of something that ends up being insignificant, a change in what life hands out. But when I sit

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Out in the desert near Tuscon, AZ and the Mexican border, lies the San Xavier Mission; beautiful white Spanish style buildings climbing to blue skies, surrounded by tall green cactus and a dry desert landscape.As a young girl I went there with my family on our way to Mexico. My mom was captivated by the place, and being the age I was, I didn't understand or ask why she found the place so

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A sinus infection in the summer time leaves little time for fun, but I was able to take time to relax and finish reading Shanghai Girls by Lisa See. Since the book was recommended by a friend, I decided to put it at the top of my list, instead of delving into the pile I already had waiting for me.Shanghai Girls is an account of two sisters' lives in the 1930's. Like the title of the book, their

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A neighbor lady down the road has been very gracious to me and my family. I often try to find ways to thank her for all she has done. This week my kids and I made her some banana bread; a small payment for a giving heart. Here is the recipe, and maybe you can make it for someone who has been kind to you.Banana Bread2 eggs1 cup sugar2 cups flour1/2 cup oil1/2 cup nuts3 TBS milk1/2 tsp soda1/2

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I like taking pictures of places with significance. They become a photographic witness you have "been somewhere important". In Yellowstone National Park, I was able to snap this shot before another person stepped up to have their own personal photo by the sign.With big horn sheep climbing on rocks across the road from the sign, the 45th parallel of latitude is a great place to be on a summer

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The Tetons are a sight to behold as the Snake River weaves its way below them.What a sight for a summer day.

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Nerves are high today, as I am headed off to the Jackson Hole Writers Conference. I am excited to learn, but intimidated by the "great ones"- writers- that will be there. Really, I shouldn't be, as it is an opportunity to meet them and find out their keys to success.But I am still nervous.I did find this quote which I will keep in mind as the conference goes on:Excellence is aspiration with a

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Yellowstone National Park and Grand Teton National Park was the destination for our weekend. We don't live too far away from these beautiful places, but when friends invited us to come along we said, yes.While the men and one of my children took off to fish the Firehole river, my friend and I searched the hiking books and found a hike we wanted to conquer: Mystic Falls and the scenic loop.We

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"The sun illuminates only the eye of man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child." ~Emerson, from his book NatureMy little boy walks in the sunshine, the light bouncing off of his golden hair. He carries a little wooden car with one wheel missing, but his grip is so tight he won't let go of his treasure as he walks down the hill. His small stature makes the hill seem like a

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While traveling down a mountain road and crossing over a bridge, my husband stopped to look at the water flowing underneath us. Since he is a biologist, a fly fisherman, and generally just interested in seeing what fish are doing, we often stop whenever there is a stream, river, pond, lake, or creek present.While he studied the water, I thought I might as well take a few photos. I was surprised

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Burdened gray clouds rest over our mountains; rain escapes, as though the seams holding the clouds together are weakening. The thankful Earth soaks up the water, but we are trapped inside- unable to enjoy the day.A trip to the library refreshes the little kids souls, and mine, searching for books to take home and read our way through the socked in storm. We find a treasure- a book on poetry of

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When my family and I first moved to the west side of the state, I was selling items on e-bay. One of the ladies at the post office caught me one day and said, "Do you do e-bay?""Yes.""Do you think you could help me sell some things?""Sure."She wrote my name and number down on a scrap piece of paper, one that had plenty of other things written on it, and she said she would be in touch. She told me

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A storm settled in over our valley last night.We stood in front of our window and watched the clouds hustling across the sky, right in front of the mountains. The speed in which they moved was amazing.The horses kicked and bucked as the temperature dropped and the winds picked up.Lightning flashed close and the thunder echoed over the mountains, as if the sound touched each peak. Soon a mixture

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While we were out boating on the bay side of the Keys, we floated by these funny little birds. They are perched on PVC pipe sticking out of the water.We anchored near them for those who wanted to fish, and I watched them for several minutes. None of the birds moved.I wondered what they must be thinking.Resting on the PVC pipe probably meant nothing more than searching for fish, or a reprieve

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Out on Seven Mile Bridge, close to Marathon, FL, a few natural phenomenons grow out of the concrete mass of an abandoned railroad track running beside the bridge. A tree and a few shrubs have made the old tracks their home. Driving over the bridge, your eyes take a second look to make sure what you are seeing is real.It is real, and a view from a boat helps to make the illusion reality.How can

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Stopping in Marathon, FL for a bite to eat, we saw this beat up truck soliciting free snow removal.Since I'm from Wyoming, the iron nature of the sign deserved a good laugh and a photo. I'm sure the driver rarely gets called in Marathon, FL.If the driver were in Wyoming, I'm sure the sign would be removed less than a few days of arrival. Free snow removal would put him out of business, pronto!

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Last week, and a couple of extra days, were vacation days; therefore no blogging, writing, or checking e-mails. I exchanged my waterproof leather hiking boots for an open pair of Teva sandals. I left the scenic mountains to gaze upon the turquoise ocean and marvel at the beautiful sunsets splashing vibrant colors across the sky. Wyoming to the Florida Keys.Extra time and exploring a new part of

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While we were in New Zealand, we had the opportunity to visit Milford Sound on the South Island. We weren't planning on going there, but made a spontaneous decision to go. I'm glad we did. The day was foggy, but beautiful none the less.

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Following the Lander Trail, the same trail the emigrants moving west took, I wonder why they didn't plop down in this very location and stay the rest of their lives. The landscape is gorgeous, silent, and unending. True, there are miles and miles of no human presence, making life hard and lonely; but I wonder if I would have been one of the people moving west, if I wouldn't have homesteaded right

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For me, Mother's Day comes with a mixture of emotions. Having lost my mom, the day seems to be sad and sometimes I feel a bit more like Scrooge on this holiday. Even though I missed my mom with incredible depths, my husband and kids made my day exciting and happy by spending the day exploring along the Green River.After a few cups of coffee and a wonderful breakfast, not cooked by me, we headed

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Sausage bread is one of my family's favorite meals. The most exciting part, putting in as many creative elements you can think of make this dish different every time you make it. Sausage can easily be substituted out to make a vegetarian meal.Follow my Pizza Dough recipe for the breading. Roll your bread dough out on to a baking dish.In a skillet, cook your desired meat- my preference is

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The snow blew sideways again today and the gray sky makes it hard to wake up full of energy.May 4th, the fire is burning hot to warm the room, and we'll be lucky to reach 30 degrees Fahrenheit today. Although the weather outside is a definite deterrent to being outside, people in Wyoming don't let the blowing snow keep them indoors.In fact, people in Wyoming don't take too much time to complain

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Upon meeting a new friend, and getting to know one another while the children played in the background, we soon ventured on the areas of our lives which were perplexing and mind boggling. It was nice we could talk openly about the oddities of life and the things or people who arrive and make chaos of our deep rooted ideas of the "way things should be"-should, ought to be highlighted there.She

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Sitting by a cozy fire with a cup of steaming coffee always seems to plague me with the question: To read...or to write?I could easily wrap up in a blanket and pull my book up to my nose and become lost in the imaginative words of someone else- instead of coming up with my own; but then, the characters in my mind come alive and I have to write down what they are doing. So, I take the time and

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The wind blows, whistles, whips, and stomps its way across Wyoming, revealing its merciless power during all seasons, but especially during the spring. Fortunately I grew up with the wind- yes, the wind blows just as much in northeastern Colorado- rocking the sides of my house and waking me up in the middle of the night, so I am use to the moans and the lonesome cries the wind can make. Even

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As the snow flies sideways and the wind howls through my door and around my little cabin, spring seems a long way from arriving. The scene outside my window- large snowflakes, snow gathering on the trees, rooftops and willows blanketed evenly with snow- makes me think of Christmas Eve and appears as though Santa should be visiting, not the Easter Bunny. I'm sure more than six weeks have passed

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I can still remember the first time I saw a Leprechaun.I didn't believe they existed, and certainly didn't think I would find their existence to be true. Finding the end of a rainbow was impossible, although I hadn't actually tried, a good solid education in science told me the truth on the matter. I could imagine finding the end of a rainbow- climbing hills covered with slick boulders during a

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A man who can't laugh at himself should be given a mirror! ~Irish Saying

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Raise your glass for this one!May we always have a clean shirt, a clean conscience, and a bob in the pocket!~Irish Toast

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In celebration of the green month, I have been reading Nora Roberts. Her Born In trilogy takes readers on a romantic tour of western Ireland, with stops in Dublin and a few other locations in Europe. Through her writing I can hear her characters speaking the Irish brogue and wish I was sitting with them in their local pub eating stew, drinking a cold beer, and listening to the local music.Born In

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May leprechaunsstrew happinessWherever you walkeach dayAnd Irish angelssmile on youAll along the way~Irish BlessingI love the blessings and the wisdom o' the Irish, they have a way with words. Since it's a fine time to be celebratin' the Irish, my blog will follow recipes, sayin's, and good books about the Irish. Grab a cup o' tea or a tall Guinness and enjoy as the March days roll by.

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My kids love to eat- just not veggies. Honestly, I can't blame them, but we all need more veggies in our diets. I found hiding veggies in pizza not only snuck them into their diet- providing a wonderful and natural vitamins and minerals, but also helped them learn to eat their greens- ummm... me too. Here is an excellent pizza dough recipe- one you can learn by heart and make very quickly. The

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"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great

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If your play interrupts your work, you're healthy. If work interrupts your play,you're broke. ~James O'HaraAs an adult/parent, finding time to play can be a challenge. Taking the time to play can be another type of challenge; like when the time actually arrives and a nap sounds so enticing. How easy it is to forget how to play like a little kid, with no time restraints except for bedtime.I'm

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Lately I have been reading books with advice for writing fiction. Most of them suggest writing about something you know, like your life for instance. The books say our personal experiences can provide for great stories that lead into fiction, or for me a novel.Great! I have plenty of exciting personal experiences!But wait! The words of wisdom from these books on writing fiction say not to

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Our house is filled with caps.Sports caps, work caps, dark caps, light caps.I don't know where they all come from. I believe some of them spontaneously appear out of the sky. Maybe the dog brings them home.I don't know.We don't have any squirrels around that could be the culprits, and no mice right now either.I would like to blame my husband for all of the caps around here, and although a

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An excellent time away from home enjoying friends and family, while discovering new places, is the best way to describe the recent holidays. I felt relaxed to be away from all of the happenings of normal daily life. My children were surrounded by constant playmates, and they had fun. I didn't have to cook unless I wanted to, I didn't have to do dishes unless I wanted to (and of course I did to

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A pink sky greets the day as the seagulls precariously fly across the sky, while wind pushes the mixture of salt and fresh water towards the shore. While looking across the sound during a peaceful moment, one's mind begins to wander and wonder: "Whose eyes have seen the beauty painted out for all to see in earlier times?; Who has walked the shoreline specifically following gathered birds hoping

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The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg surrounds our little cabin as we relax in the surrounding beauty. Christmas carols play in the backgroud as we talk and later relax. After packing, organizing presents, and making sure we could travel with all we needed, a relaxing afternoon is very welcome. Our family has spread apart over the years, and now we have found special time to re-connect with one

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During the Christmas season I like to wear a necklace my Grammie gave me years ago. The necklace is made of pewter and is a representation of the Swedish St. Lucia- a girl wearing a long white dress with a red sash and wearing a crown of candles. My family belongs, partly, to a Swedish heritage, and I enjoy wearing the necklace to remind me of my ancestry and the Christmas traditions our family

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Christmas books are fun to read no matter how old you are! Here is a list of a few Christmas books with enchanting stories and great illustrations. Hopefully some will be new ones for you to discover.My Prairie Christmas by Brett Harvey and illustrations by Debora Kogan RayA little girl misses her home in Maine and the familiar Christmas she has know. She soon learns the prairie holds its own

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Camping gifts for everyone: Top camping gifts under $40Posted using ShareThis

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Christmas time is filled with thinking of others and choosing gifts you know they will enjoy for the years to come. This year, don't forget the birds nesting in the trees around your house.It won't take long to make a few hand made bird seed ornaments for your feathered friend. Hang your ornaments in you trees out side for the birds to find or hang them in front of a favorite window so you can

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Don't forget your favorite hiker: Top Christmas gifts for under $15Posted using ShareThis

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December hosts cold weather, crystal clear nights, and a beautiful full moon at the beginning of the month. An Old English name for the December full moon includes the name: Oak Moon. Some Native Americans have called the moon the Cold Moon and other names for the December full moon include: Frost Moon, Long Night's Moon, and Moon Before Yule.Tonight, grab a blanket and some hot Russian Tea, and

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