Dirt Road Heaven
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| Blog Name: | Dirt Road Heaven |
| Url: | http://dirtroadheaven.blogspot.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | country life, nature, wildlife |
| Description: | Now that we're bonafide forest-dwelling hermits - good hermits .. the kind that bathe regularly and have all their own teeth - (no offense dirty, toothless hermits), our blog Dirt Road Heaven chronicles our daily joy in simplicity, found feathers and the quiet whisper of wind in our octogenarian trees. We'll share our agony and defeat in nuevo chicken ranching and gardening efforts. So we hope you'll visit. But don't stay too long .. you know, us being hermits and all ........ :) |
| Popularity: | 62 Followers |
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It's the day before Thanksgiving, 2009. Another year is winding down with just a little more than a month before it expires and moves into the realm of history. Another set of seasons gone thru, one at a time (although the edges between some of them are pretty blurry) with only Winter yet to come. I'm thinking of the ghosts of Thanksgivings past. The people I've been blessed to know and love
It's the day before Thanksgiving, 2009. Another year is winding down with just a little more than a month before it expires and moves into the realm of history. Another set of seasons gone thru, one at a time (although the edges between some of them are pretty blurry) with only Winter yet to come. I'm thinking of the ghosts of Thanksgivings past. The people I've been blessed to know and love
Do you think of me?
It's the day before Thanksgiving, 2009. Another year is winding down with just a little more than a month before it expires and moves into the realm of history. Another set of seasons gone thru, one at a time (although the edges between some of them are pretty blurry) with only Winter yet to come. I'm thinking of the ghosts of Thanksgivings past. The people I've been blessed to know and love
It's the day before Thanksgiving, 2009. Another year is winding down with just a little more than a month before it expires and moves into the realm of history. Another set of seasons gone thru, one at a time (although the edges between some of them are pretty blurry) with only Winter yet to come. I'm thinking of the ghosts of Thanksgivings past. The people I've been blessed to know and love
Thank you, for everything.
The blackjack oaks in the early morning lightIt's been a busy week. There's been groceries to buy, menus to plan, and preliminary almost-but-not-quite Thanksgiving dinner to prepare on Sunday. But now that the real contributions for Thanksgiving dinner are either in the refrigerator wrapped in shiny aluminum foil or in the oven baking to perfection, I thought I'd sit a spell.A Sassafras showing
The blackjack oaks in the early morning lightIt's been a busy week. There's been groceries to buy, menus to plan, and preliminary almost-but-not-quite Thanksgiving dinner to prepare on Sunday. But now that the real contributions for Thanksgiving dinner are either in the refrigerator wrapped in shiny aluminum foil or in the oven baking to perfection, I thought I'd sit a spell.A Sassafras showing
Mrs. Riggs
I am sad to say that I didn't have the opportunity to know her. But despite that small technicality, she's become a very important part of my life.Dorothy at 17 wearing Dave's Dad's Marine dress hatShe was born Dorothy Marie Guillotte on Christmas Day in 1924 in Sulphur Mines, Louisiana. Her father was a truck driver for Union Gulf Sulphur and her mother raised Dorothy and the four that came
I am sad to say that I didn't have the opportunity to know her. But despite that small technicality, she's become a very important part of my life.Dorothy at 17 wearing Dave's Dad's Marine dress hatShe was born Dorothy Marie Guillotte on Christmas Day in 1924 in Sulphur Mines, Louisiana. Her father was a truck driver for Union Gulf Sulphur and her mother raised Dorothy and the four that came
Five years ago to...
Five years ago today, on the rainiest, coldest, nastiest day of the year, Dave and I said our "I do's" by a window down at the old house. We had planned to marry outside by the pond on a little peninsula near the maple tree. But rain ponchos and rubber boots didn't appeal to me, so we just made do with inside candelight, a fire in the woodstove and the preacher.And he was no ordinary preacher.
Five years ago today, on the rainiest, coldest, nastiest day of the year, Dave and I said our "I do's" by a window down at the old house. We had planned to marry outside by the pond on a little peninsula near the maple tree. But rain ponchos and rubber boots didn't appeal to me, so we just made do with inside candelight, a fire in the woodstove and the preacher.And he was no ordinary preacher.
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