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As August ends so does summer and we look to the beginning of a new school year.
Yes, Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore—we're at camp!
Early one morning, a pair of chipping sparrows showed up on my deck. They stayed all day. The next morning at sunrise, they were there again.
The first picnics of this soon-to-be-summer season have the best fragrance—a potent mix of lighter fluid, charcoal, smoldering wood, and blistering hotdogs.
How to swap gifts, Yankee style, during the holiday season.
November blows chilly winds, and for me they always bring examination and change.
Fond memories of her mother's expertise in shopping.
I have a new found respect for squirrels and what a great memory they have.
My mind often wanders in the summer as I attempt to relax in a hammock in the shade under a giant oak.