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Rural Revival
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And Then the Dream Ended
It has been five and a half years now since the Artist and I, with Glimmer Twins in tow, moved to the country. A dream the Artist and I shared on our first date over ten years ago. Much has happened over those years...a custody battle, unemployment, a faile...

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And Then the Dream Ended
It has been five and a half years now since the Artist and I, with Glimmer Twins in tow, moved to the country. A dream the Artist and I shared on our first date over ten years ago. Much has happened over those years...a custody battle, unemployment, a faile...

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The Last Vestiges of Fall
I
wandered about outside last week to capture some final images of fall. My
timing was impeccable as a few days later we were blanketed in a heavy quilt of
snow. While I love the splendor that fall provides, it's really rather magical
to be in a world of wh...

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Pippy
It
was while taking a break from painting the other day that I happened  to look
outside to see the neighbour's dog stalking Miss Pip. While I'm not   certain  the
dog would harm her, she hasn't harmed any of our free ranging   girls yet, I wasn't about to ...

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Bemusing
I'm often amused and at times bemused by
how this two and half acre  wannabe micro-farm has a never ending
yield of beauty to photograph.  For that, I am grateful. It is, perhaps, my favourite harvest.  Sharing with: Texture Tuesday  ~  Down Home Blog Hop T...

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Christmas season is in full swing, yet not a single decoration has been unpacked, or a Christmas carol played on the stereo. Callie has been out of dog cookies for two weeks and the entire farmhouse is covered in a fine layer of drywall dust. Meanwhile, I'm...

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Avó
We didn’t have the opportunity to get to know each
other as well as I would have liked, but I still feel fortunate that our paths
crossed for what little time they did. I wish I spoke better Portuguese, or any Portuguese
for that matter but the smile on you...

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Fortuity
My memory is a bit fuzzy on the exact details, but I think my mom and I
were at the grocery store in the checkout line. I was around seven years old
and as I helped her load the items from our cart onto the belt, I had noticed
that there were people with sk...

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The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
It's pretty safe to say that after living somewhere for five years,  you'll have a pretty good idea of what you like about a place and what you don't. Brown and blue walls off of a white kitchen, with peeling paint and an unpainted ceiling. The Ugly. I told...

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A Hill of Beans
Growing dried beans wasn't ever on my wish list of things to grow when I lived in the city. In fact, we were out here living the dream for several years before inspiration struck. It was while visiting the farmer's market where friends were selling bean flo...
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