Every morning as I come into work I am greeted with the piteous cries of an apparently famished feline named Ghosty (named so because his abundant fur is as gray as a ghostly vapor tickling the glassy surface of the lake before the dew has ceased settling on the …
Post by Country Living on October 6, 2016
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Every morning as I come into work I am greeted with the piteous cries of an apparently famished feline named Ghosty (named so because his abundant fur is as gray as a ghostly vapor tickling the glassy surface of the lake before the dew has ceased settling on the …
Post by Country Living on October 6, 2016
The first school buses of autumn send shivers through me. It’s true. Those yellow-carriers-of-children to some endless dolor of desks and chalky dust evoke in me inner prickles of impending loss. Once the diesel-belching yellow dragons start sniffing out the summer-bleached children I know that all that’s halcyon and …
Post by Country Living on September 28, 2016
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The first school buses of autumn send shivers through me. It’s true. Those yellow-carriers-of-children to some endless dolor of desks and chalky dust evoke in me inner prickles of impending loss. Once the diesel-belching yellow dragons start sniffing out the summer-bleached children I know that all that’s halcyon and …
Post by Country Living on September 28, 2016