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anne somero
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I am a lover of the printed word, a wife, mother, grandmother, gardener, cook.
I am a lover of the printed word, a wife, mother, grandmother, gardener, cook.

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Memories
   The road has not been plowed. We park the truck and trek through the snow. The wind has drifted it and the snow is deeper than my LLBeans. It is a cold, white world where the bare trees make black shadows. Below us the lake is a deep, deep blue. It has o...
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A Story Day
        Some days are like a picture. Some days are music. Some days are poetry. And some days are a story. Every once in while you get that perfect October day that is all of them. A picture of blue sky and blue water and all the colors of fall. You know w...
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" I Go A Fishing"
       I have been thinking about those four little words. " I go a fishing." John 21:3.  These men have just lived through a horrible time. They are scared. They just lost their friend to a horrible death. They feel lost. So many things have happened, they...
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I Am a Ship Builder
I am a ship Builder. I built me a ship of hope. She always sails forward, into uncharted seas. Her prow gleams snow white in the sun, and her sails are filled with the breeze. For hope is the bird that always sings before joy comes in the morning. I am a sh...
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Merrie Month of May
          We headed north, in a week of rain. The rivers were dancing and leaping in wild abandon over the granite, accompanied by the primal music of this merrie month of May. Wisps of clouds hung over the near hills and the steeples. Like tattered lace cu...
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Legacy of Life
   It's Indian Summer. A day as warm and sun-kissed as June. Yet, the scent of autumn is on the air, for we have had our killing frost, the foliage is almost over, the dry leaves skirl in the breeze. It's early morning and I am out cutting cedar for Christm...
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Let Me Have October
      So, there we were. Living in October. October in New England. Some of us had never done this before. Early in the morning I went out on the long porch with my coffee. Every one else was still sleeping. It was chilly, damp, misty. The Green Mountains t...
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Apples From Orchards, and Grapes From the Vine
        The jewels of September. See how they glow. Crab Apple. Apple-Maple and Wild Grape. Jelly and jam. Essence of Autumn. This is an abundance year. Some years are not so. This spring the blossoms smothered the branches. This fall the apples and grapes ...
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Riding Around New England : Mystic Seaport
         I went a whaling, in my mind, just in my mind. I climbed aboard the Charles Morgan and set sail in search of behemoth.  Oh, yes. But first I went through the town, like a good seaman should. I walked the cobbled streets and I talked to the ones who...
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Riding Around New England: The Bridge of Flowers
               The Bridge of Flowers in beautiful Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts A bridge of flowers across the Deerfield River.                                         Wisteria Vine                                                                           ...
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