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ZinniaOh lookie, I have a new camera and I have been practicing my close up maneuvers.SunflowerKiKi helping me hold down my reading chairwhile I study my camera.KiKi heading under the Lantana.The Vinca being all she can be.The lesson for me is being true to your nature and be the very best yourself you know how to be.With the heat index over 100' my walking is taken in quick steps outside and

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This video features the Black Swallowtail with guest appearances from the ever popular group known locally as the Skippers. Here the star is the irrepressible Tiger Swallowtail with the usual suspects.You may be able to click and enlarge the videos, then again when I tried it was beginning to pixelate.

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We love our fried green tomatoes and so we are always eager to have our first tomato harvest of the summer when some green fruits are a nice size for slicing and frying. My appetite is peaking as I begin the simple process.Slices are dredged in cornmeal and a little flour with seasonings of salt, fresh ground pepper and today I added some sage. My heritage impels me to use white cornmeal, the

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I kept my father's work shoes that had spent many hours in gardens over the years and so even though I know nature will work her will on them, I've kept them in the yard at the foot of the steps. There were two of course, but Ruby the Great Dane carried one away never to be seen again.DH planted a small row of cotton and I think the leaves are just delightful. I'm looking forward to watching the

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(If Betsy Ross had been a quilter.) Happy 4th of July!

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Sharing the bounty of nectar are bees and butterflies as they sample different flowers on the Bee Balm ( Bergamot or Oswego tea) choosing to have their tea undiluted rather than the weak beverage the humans are inclined to sip. A visit to the wild flowers shows a little fly is also busy collecting flower goodies and happily being a welcome pollinator. Aren't these 'wild things' flashing a

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The birds and I are keeping a close eye on the wild Blueberries. They are tiny, but oh so tasty. The cultivated cousins are keeping a close pace and all the Blueberries may be ripe at about the same time.Rhubarb Pies will have to wait a year or two, but we are patient.This little green tomato is coming along just fine, thank you. I hope many more follow for lots of tomato sandwiches this

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It is such a treat to share our home place with a forest full of wild life that gift us with their presence from time to time. Generally I'm so enchanted I just look out the window and enjoy the sight of a shy neighbor strolling into view to see what salad greens we might have to share. But this time I remembered to grab the camera and record the ramble around the house as we went from window to

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It's hot and muggy and the flowers are telling us whether or not they are enjoying all the rain and heat that is covering Tennessee right now. Here in the light shade of the Dogwood tree these Geraniums are looking perky and happy. The feathery Celosia and cousin the Cockcomb Celosia are surrounding the Vinca and are starting to show some growth. Also showing growth are the grasses and stray weed

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Come with us as we enjoy a leisurely ride through the countryside to see what catches our eyes and causes us to stop for a closer look or maybe start rambling conversation on the meaning of life as reflected by whatever caught our attention. Here is an example of possible conversations, crossing a bridge, reading the clouds, the blue of the sky -- each filled with possibilities and metaphors.

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This week I was in the mood to look for the pretty little flowers that might get missed in the shadows of the vivid and showy blossoms. These little Bluets are early arrivals to the yard, The clover head may give you a hint to the size of the petite Bluets which actually have a blue shading to the petals. I'm think these dainty little beauties are called bed straw. Correct me if you know better.

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Flowers and a spicy scent put me on the path for this stroll.As you view these Pinks I want you to think 'cloves'. I am charmed by the sweet little flower which must be in the carnation family. They are always worth a kneeling down to take away a whiff or two. And so I looked around for more PINK and found.... ZinniasCorral bellsMountain LaurelPeonies A few lingering Bleeding HeartsNewly hung

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What is made of paper, houses a queen and her court and really needs the secure support of more than a little spit attaching the eventual great hall to it's support system? This funny looking item hanging from a garage door looks very odd. A ball with a tube hanging down. It is a curious creation that was started in the wrong place. We found two of these 'out of place' starter houses, each

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Yesterday we got busy cleaning and clearing and planting our little plots of flowers and food, having decided we wanted Rhubarb in our mix of garden stuff, we had to go searching for the plant. Tennessee is not ideal for this cool weather produce, but we have been here 12 years and really missed those homemade Rhubarb Custard Pies. So off we went in search of a hopeful source for this wonderful

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With a prayer in my heart for all the folks devastated by thunder storms, floods and tornadoes west of us here in Tennessee I offer a more gentle stroll with softer rain and winds.Autumn brings falling leaves, but look what comes down in the spring.The Dogwood flowers have presented themselves in all their glory and now the wind and the rain are helping them shed their petals to allow the seed

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Picking up where I left off the other day with our patch of little wild Iris lets head on over to the strange--- I discovered this odd looking growth on a small pine trunk. Some parasitic alien thing which circles the tree, but doesn't seem to be harming it at the moment.Phlox shinning on a little hill. Sweet shrub is blooming.Hosta is filling in for the summer and soon will give the daffodils

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Wildly elegant and gracefully formed these little Crested Iris are charming all who catch a glimpse of them on the forest floor. I think they look like royalty visiting and being seen by the likes of all us ordinary folks.

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We were so delighted to welcome back our summer visitors last Friday. The boys are back in town. Hummingbirds, that is. It seems to me the men folks get here first and scout and secure their territory. I glimpsed one zipping in and out of the Japanese Maple, possibly checking for nesting sites. I expect the ladies to show up soon. They will have final say on the best place for nesting. You may

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What an eyeful of beauty we found as we drove down off the mountain into Cookeville. Redbud Trees are wild everywhere along roads and as landscape features in view all over the city. They are truly Eye Candy. Still a favorite with many are the lovely Dogwoods, the charming understory trees that are coming into their glory right now. Also blooming abundantly are the heralds of a May 4th election.

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The Trailing ArbutusI wandered lonely where the pine trees madeAgainst the bitter East their barricade,And, guided by its sweet perfume,I found, within a narrow dell,The trailing spring flower tinted like a shellAmid dry leaves and mosses at my feet.From under dead boughs, for whose loss the pinesMoaned ceaseless overhead, the blossoming vines lifted their glad surprise,While yet the bluebird

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Happy EasterComing home from church today my eyes were filled with the glorious colorsand signs of spring and I was reminded of the words of the song which sings'And the glory of the Lord shown all around, all around''and the glory of the Lord shown all around'`````````````````````````````````````For a other strolls head on over to Aisling's.

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And the day came when the risk it tookto remain tight inside the budwas more painful than the risk it took to blossom.Anais NinWhat a wonderful metaphor for the mental struggle Jesus had when confronted by the horror of the cross before the glory of resurection. (Matthew 26:39 )

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SILK REELING CHEN STYLEDid you do your morning exercises?Tai Chi to start the day is a wonderful way to energize and relax into whatever the day presents. If you are a Tai Chi player and recognize flaws in my form, please forgive this humble student. I am enjoying my practice and can always use helpful insights to hone my skills.

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I've got that bouncy, springy kind of feeling that flings me out the door and into the yard to see what winter has brought in the way of tree pruning and flower nurturing. And what to my wondering eyes has finally appeared ( I've been checking this patch of ground for weeks) but the glorious yellow of early spring ----- buttercups -----------jonquils -----------daffodilscall them what you may.

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Cats enjoy their naps and companionship. Sleep well Miss GiGi.

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See I am doing a new thing. Now it springs forth, do you not see it?Isaiah 43It's the promise of a new year, a new season of abundance. Here you see the spears of new Big Leaf Magnolia leaves seeking the sun. The Maple has a red hue of buds announcing the the coming comfort of a shelter from the summer sun.The eager Bradford Pears wants to fill the landscape with blossoms to thrill the winter

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May your joys be as bright as the morning,and your sorrows merely be shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.Irish BlessingAt long last we are seeing the sun, feeling the warmth and watching the shadows move across the yard. For some reason it seems a long time in coming and just wanted to sayThank you.

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Oh, I wonder who else spent time laying on the floor in front of the floor model Radio and shared bowls of popcorn with their Dad while listening to wonderful stories of adventure or comedy or music. Do any of the following titles take you to another day and time . MYSTERY THEATRE THE SHADOWTHE WHISTLERJACK BENNYFRED ALLENLUM AND ABNERBABY SNOOKSRICHARD DIAMOND ACE OF DETECTIVESTHE GREAT

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FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD It seems to me I' d like to goWhere bells don't ring, nor whistles blow,Nor clocks don't strike, nor gongs sound,And I'd have stillness all around. Not real stillness, but just the trees,Low whispering, or the hum of bees,Or brooks faint babbling over stones,In strangely, softly tangled tones. Or maybe a cricket or katydid,Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid,Or

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I've been having fun out in my quilt studio today. In April I will be teaching a simple quilt block with the potential for creating a different result for each quilter. The fun starts after all 48 blocks of this little block are completed and ready to be sewn together as a small quilt or wall hanging. I am using left over fabric from my stash to make a "Scrappy Quilt" Our grandmothers made lots

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When I stepped out on the back deck to greet the new day I was struck by the crisscrossing of so many jet contrails in the early morning sky. The sun seemed to be rising on it's journey across the sky and I marveled at the human race joining the sun to travel through the the heavens. Who knew that Icarus had the right idea, he just overstepped his bounds and made the sun angry. (Of course, the

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" Aw, Ma, we told you-----No thanks, we'll stay inside."

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This morning when I opened the back door GiGi took one look and decided to forgo her usual mole hunt and visit with the local critters.Let GiGi continue the story. Well when all else fails sister is available for a romp. Okay KiKi are you up for a little wrestling match. You want to get it started? Aw, come on. I'm really bored and believe me you don't want to go outside today. Let's rock and

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Yesterday the world was white and grey. Stepping out the back door I was greeted by the winter world of snow and ice. The evergreens were laden with ice that lay heavy on out stretched limbs. I wanted to record the sights for today's stroll. I immediately discovered the snow was crusted over with thick ice. I almost thought I would be allowed to glide across the deck to the stairs until in the

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I would love to fill a corner of my garden with a whole bunch of these curious flowers. Any ideas what I should look for in catalogs and at the garden centers? I suspect it is a mint because the stem was square. It was a volunteer in the old vegetable garden field.

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Impatient garden inhabitants looking for spring. Silly Daffodils, this is the only group I could find who had peeked up out of their comfy bed to check the landscape.

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I am a Hospice volunteer. I celebrate life as I work with people who are ending this portion of their life. I hold to the belief that life is eternal and death a doorway. Yesterday I made a first visit with a family who were tenderly caring for their loved one. It was an honor to meet them and share a short time of getting to know them and their life's story. It was all too brief as they had

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Have you ever explored the concept of emptiness. It is an aspect of 'non-being' in the Taoist philosophy found in the Tao Te Ching, a wonderful little book written 2500 years ago in China. Please consider the following translation by Stephen Mitchell.11 We join spokes together in a wheel,but it is the center holethat makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a pot,but it is the emptiness

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This is how I like my winters these days. I'm on the inside looking out. Once upon a time I preferred it the other way around. I would go downtown to Detroit to ice skate or just outside to catch snowflakes on my tongue and lay down to create snow angels just for fun. But back then I wore snowsuits, mittens, a hat and muffler and warm cozy boots and I was 12 years old.These days I find my

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I've always had a sewing room or area I claimed for my sewing 'stuff' but moving to Tennessee allowed me the luxury of a place set apart just for my passion. Since, to my way of thinking, a Stroll is just another way of saying a leisurely saunter and there is no way a saunter is what I want to do on this very cold, I mean really, extremely cold afternoon, let me take you the short path from the

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Happy New Yearfrom Flutemaker and CloudhandsI started blogging a year ago yesterday. What an interesting experience. The best part is all the agreeable folks who have been kind enough to say hello and add interesting comments in response to my words and pictures. Thank you so much. I began after much encouragement from my daughter Aisling at The Quiet Country House. She and her brother John were

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Come with me to a place apart. The sort of place we are told from many sources to visit often to restore ourselves mentally, physically and spiritually. We live in a home that is in a setting of peace and quiet, but we have built a little cabin down away from our busy house and hobby shop so that we can actually move to that other place that is apart.We will stroll a short distance down to the

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The birth of a child ... the miracle of Christmas Out of the silence ... musicOut of the darkness ... lightOut of the uncertainty ... promiseHope was born that night. May you always hear the musicMay you always be guided by the lightMay you live the promiseAnd be led by the hope of peace and goodwillto all men.

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Last January Verda passed out 'Clue One' of our Mystery Quilt to be worked on for the '09' year of quilting within our Quilt Club. Each month she passed out another clue that we could follow the instructions to discover our suspect of the month. Eventually as the months passed we began to see patterns and possibilities to answer the mystery of what kind of quilt we were creating. The first month

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At last I had an opportunity to photograph clouds called 'mare's tails' at least that is what my Dad always called them. But wait...as I looked around I was enthralled by an interesting possibility. What to my wondering eyes should I behold, but a gathering of angel whispers that grewand grew until I thrilled at the possibility of an echo ofangels proclaiming the Wonder and Glory of God.Oh, my!

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Slowly but surely I bring out the decorations, a little each week. Here I wanted to fill the corner of the dinning room with a little whimsy. The tree limb needed more than just a cartridge as decoration, at least in my eyes.May your days be merry and bright as we celebrate the wonders of a loving God.

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This is a very short stroll out the back door for pictures and then a quick step out the front door for the final snapshot. We hurried home Friday evening from Uncle Clarence's funeral in Alabama. The casual conversations had centered around football and the weather forecast of lots of snow for Alabama as well as Tennessee. We had an easy ride home and on Saturday we awoke to our first snow of

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Hoar FrostWhat dream of beauty ever equalled this!What bands from Faeryland have sallied forth,With snowy foliage from the 'abundant North,With imagery from the realms of bliss!What visions of my boyhood do I missThat here are not restored! All splendours pure,All loveliness, all graces that allure,Shapes that amaze; a paradise that is,-----Yet was not, --will not in few moments be:Glory from

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May your day be blessed with loving kindnessenough to eatplenty of laughterfriends and familyand Thanksgiving. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ If the only prayer you ever sayin your whole life is "Thank You"that would suffice.Meister Eckhart

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I present for your consideration, Oreo Cows. We delight in passing this field inside the city limits of Cookeville where quite often these colorful cows can be seen grazing. Flutemaker put 'Orea Cows' in Google and learned they are called Dutch Belt or Belted Galloway. Don't know if these are Dutch or Scotish. Now--- on to the stroll for the day. We have a Japanese Maple by the front porch and

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Welcome, I'm so glad you are along to check out this years ART PROWL in Cookeville, Tn. There is a wonderful artist community here in middle Tennessee. For nine years now they have shared their love of their individual crafts. The artists open their studios, homes and gather in public spaces to demonstrate and exhibit their wares. The area know as the West End is noted for the 1940's dairy Cream

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Here is a song from my childhood that caught my attention and my heart. Buttermilk Sky maybe one of the first songs that I still sing and it makes me feel so contented. Every time I see clabbered milk clouds up above I return to those days of yesteryear and remember the joy of learning that clouds have different configurations and they can be named. Fanciful names not those boring scientific

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The bowl I bought this year is front and center. Let me tell you more of what that bowl represents.This is the 15th year for Cookeville, Tennessee to support Habitat for Humanity in our community with a fun event called 'Cooking on the Square'. Two streets adjacent to the Courthouse are blocked off and the fun begins. I got there early enough on Friday to watch them set up. Recently I blogged

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The cat picture is out of sequence and not the theme at all, but I thought I would start with her for the Aww Factor. This is KiKi enjoying the moment. Today I hope you will ride home from church with us as we take a back road home. Here is the Maple tree that greets us at church. It sits between the church and the Veterinarian Clinic next door. Sure does sparkle.Actually the colors this fall are

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Come with me down this lovely drive to join a group from our church who enjoy the fun and spiritual uplift of drumming. We had every intention of bringing on the night by the light of a campfire with our foot tapping, hand clapping and enthusiastic drumming. We had an assortment of percussion instruments and were ready for fun. Alas and a few drats we were confronted by rain and a deep chill. We

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The lyrics to the old song by Roberta Martin keep running through my mind and I can't help but sing:Didn't it rain, children Talk about rain, oh my LordDidn't it fall, didn't it fallDidn't it fall my Lord Can't you just hear Mahailia Jackson singing in the background.I look for blue up above and all I see is grey, not even a gathering of clouds, just grey skies. Every morning for a week now I

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For the beauty of the earth,For the glory of the skies,For the love which from our birthover and around us lies:Lord of all, to Thee we raise,this our hymn of grateful praise.Folliott S. PierpointLook up, look up and see the handiwork of the original artist.Almost gone, already.Don't forget to look down and around.What variety, what delight in looking and enjoying the sights and sounds and smells

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I had a good time last night at the Ceramic studio of good friend Marilee Hall. I would love for you to click on her name and visit her studio. It is a joy and a delight to visit her while she is working. Last night was an adventure for several of us because we were going to learn to make a bowl out of a slab of clay. We were a crew of volunteer ceramic artists and want-to-be's that are making

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On beautiful sunny, breezy fall days the need to be out in nature takes hold and off we go. Come with us as we hike up to Bee Rock just outside of town. We park in view of the Garden Inn Bed and Breakfast at Bee Rock. This Inn has a wonderful view of the Calfkiller River Valley and we are headed up the adjacent trail for our own view of that valley. Have you got your hiking gear with you. Mine

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I meant to show the 'puddin' still in the cake pan but five people waiting for a taste (me included) left that chance way behind as we shared the wonderful flavor of this Persimmon Pudding. So I leave you to imagine the plate filled with the whole dessert. When I say I prepared this from scratch I mean Flutemaker and I picked the fruit from cousin Robert Frank's tree. Having washed and sorted

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If God's 'willin', and the creek don't rise I'll be there, is a good old saying. We have friends who live on the other side of a dry creek bed. Well, it's dry most of the time except during rainy season and since there is no bridge across the generally dry area they sometimes get stranded on the home side and enjoy their quiet time until the water goes down enough to drive across. Follow me

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A new experience for me has been to try my hand at roasting the harvest from our American Chestnut tree. I am happy to report it was a successful experiment and I now have a new recipe to share.The first step of the recipe requires scoring an X on the rounded side of the nut. This will allow moisture to escape and the hull to curl back for easy removal of the nutmeat. Easy removal is not as easy

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I know that two weeks of rain have given the earth around us lush verdant life that almost overwhelms the senses. The animals are starting to enjoy the fruit of the winter storehouse of nuts and berries, here are the leftovers of a squirrels enjoyment of hickory nuts. The Hearts-abursting will supply birds and small ground feeders as the fruit falls. The green acorns must be tasty to the

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This is actually my Great great grandparents William Kenner and Polly Hawkins who I want to use to illustrate this old cowboy song. They are the parents of several children one of whom was Philander, who in turn was the parent of many children of which my grandmother Ingie was one. One of her eleven children was my mother Juanita who only had two children, my brother and myself.GREAT

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We are so glad to be helping foresters bring back the American Chestnut trees. I know I have mentioned the story of the almost total elimination of the trees from the American scene by a terrible blight. To refresh your memory, a few hardy trees have remained and for about one hundred years concerned people have been working to create a new blight resistant tree to repopulate the American

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Yes, the signs of fall are all around. The Dogwoods trees are taking on a bronzed leaf color and the berries are ripe and ready for the birds and squirrels to fatten up for winter. The Crepe Myrtle have been in bloom for some time and are actually starting to diminish.Another sure sign we are fast approaching autumn are all the fall flowers. Here are the dried Hydrangea, some Black eyed Susans

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It's that time of year for me to bring out my autumn decorating touches. This tin of flowers has been here since spring and I really should have changed it as summer came on but here it is still at the front door. So I grabbed my grapevine wreath that I made a few years ago and did my embellishment's with bittersweet, silk flowers and a little scarecrow to call attention to the harvest season.

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In loving memoryShelly Avo Maynard YorkJuly 9, 1921August 29, 2009This is my own Rosie the Riveter, my Aunt Shellie. She grew up here on the mountain and always called her family farm 'home' and today she is being buried in the mountain cemetery where most of her brothers and sister have already been laid to rest. In every sense of the word she has come home.Like many young people of her time

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I am going to start with the purple flowers and wander until I reach the fields of gold. I have no idea what this tiny charmer is, but the smaller the flower the lovelier they seem to be. At least that is what I have found to be true so far.Here is the wonderful autumn returning Asters. This Thistle is being explored by a lightening bug. I think this is a purple Lobelia.Joe Pye weed. Each of

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I have often watched clouds form, dissipate and fill the sky and it has always filled me with wonder. The who, what, why and how of these fluffy, heavy looking products of air and moisture are such a curiosity to me. I wonder why I haven't studied them in more depth than the simple understanding of my childhood education. I think I just enjoy the wonder of it all and keeping it a mystery keeps it

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A favorite landmark we always look for as we head for Interstate Highway 65 is the castle in Triune, Tennessee. Some twenty years or more ago a fellow began to build his dream home, his very own castle. To help pay his way to the 1400s, he began to hold Renaissance Fairs on his property. It has become an annual event. We always enjoy the sight of this splendorous place.Soon we are making the

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I have added a new project to my Quilt Gallery. {;-)giggle, QG is a wishful thinking sort of reality.} This gallery is a short wall outside the guest bathroom where I rotate my small quilt projects. I have many UFO's in my Quilt Studio {another giggle, read sewing room} that I need to finish. UFO's are 'unfinished objects', ask any avid quilter and I bet she has a few. I have promised myself that

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LITTLE THINGS Little drops of water,Little grains of sand,Make the mighty oceanAnd the pleasant land. Thus the little minutes,Humble though they be,Make the mighty agesOf eternity.Julia A. Fletcher This is the first poem that I memorized. I knew nursery rhymes and a few Bible verses, but this was my first poem from mother's book 'THE BEST LOVED POEMS OF THE AMERICAN PEOPLE 1936. I have since

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LoveI love you,not only for what you are,but for what I amwhen I am with you.I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself,but for whatyou are making of me.I love you for the part of me that you bring out;I love youfor putting your handinto my heartand passing overall the foolish, weak thingsthat you can't helpdimly seeing there,and for drawing outinto the lightall the beautiful

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Our church set up our first County Fair booth this year. We wanted to present a cheerful face to the community. As my contribution to the effort I have created some decorative wall quilts to brighten up this first Fair Booth. I choose to create these soft windows which echo the large quilt hangings I made a few years ago to cover sound baffles along the walls of the sanctuary. Our building didn't

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Come walk with me around our front porch. No long stroll today. It's just too hot! For some deep rooted reason we are crazy for rocks and always have landscaped with rocks of various sizes. Here it is becoming obvious to me after several years the ground cover is beginning to overrun our rock features. I think it's time to raise them up on patio stones or maybe even thicker cement slabs. Here is

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I actually started out as a brunette. Here is little me at around 2 years old. LET ME GROW LOVELY * Let me grow lovely, growing old-so many fine thing do;laces, and ivory, and gold,and silks need not be new;and, there is healing in old trees,old streets a glamour hold;why may not I, as well as these,grow lovely, growing old?Karle Wilson BakerI seem to go against the grain of women who stay 29. I

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It is August and the most astounding phenomenon happens on Highway 127 in Tennessee. Well actually the quiet rural interstate road all the way from northern Ohio, through Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia and into Alabama becomes one long continuous Yard Sale. It is 654 miles of commerce. Most often the roadside is lined with farms and fields with small neighborhoods of homes. But this all changes

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For those of you who are also experiencing Mushroom overdrive do any of these few specimens look like your local fungi. I never knew there were this many different ways to express mushroomness. If you are not being visited by the great invasion of 'fungus among us" riot of mushrooms may I present a few of the visitors we have had. First was a big white fellow. Here are the Silver Squad.We have

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Here are some more quotes that help me remember to stay open to all possibilities. Gifts of love and understanding are all around and we can share in the adventure of uncovering these gifts. I believe we are here to not necessarily solve all the mysteries of who we are and why are we here, but to just live in the questions and enjoy the process of discovery, however far that takes us.----------

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See how clear this honey is? This is Sourwood Honey and it is highly prized for its clearness, wonderful exotic taste and care involved in stealing it from the hive. The bees can only collect it while the trees are in bloom. The Bee keeper then has to be very careful to only collect this clear delicate nectar. The trees are mid sized and not in great numbers throughout the forests that run from

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The morning glory says good morning and shines for most of the day. It speaks to the eyes with it color and joy.But last night I stepped out on the porch and my ears and soul were greeted by the most glorious serenade of natures very own Night Music. I was enthralled again as I always am as I listened to the cadence and various pitches of tree frogs and insects. I knew I wanted to share the

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Now wait a minute, ferns don't bloom. Do they? Of course not. Ferns create spores that form on the underside of the leaves and drop off when ready to make new little ferns. This was an easily solved mystery. After all----- I have the world of information at hand. I have a computer. Now I know. My Asparagus Fern is not a true fern. It is of the genus Asparagus a flowering plant in the Liliacea

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I remember a quote I came across along time ago. "When I works, I work. When I sits, I sit."It aways stuck with me. I may not have the whole quote and can't find it on the internet, but I use it to tell myself to put myself totally into whatever I am doing. Work or rest deserve full attention. I have accumulated several quotes on work or quiet time, I want to share some of them here.~~~~~~~~~~~~

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A walk back to the lake seemed a good stroll for today. The path has not been cleared this year and it was pretty wild and filled with bramble and downed timber. So carefully picking our way, with Flutemaker in the lead to clear spider webs and tromp down briers we made it to the lake and the jumping off rock ledge often uses for swimming parties. I love how the lake is slowly revealed as we

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I love mornings. Maybe I just love new beginnings. A fresh new day, filled with all possibilities. As soon as you start making decisions about anything you begin to limit those possibilities. I put off choosing for as long as I can. I meditate, drink coffee and step outside to breath deeply. Oh, alright those were all choices. We can't not make choices, it is what we were born to do.So my

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Now, right off the bat, I have to admit that there is nothing really curious about Chicory. The curiosity is in my own mind and my fond memory of my father. Chicory is lining the highways and byways right now. And it was always a major event to see it in bloom for my Dad. He would get all excited and start planning a fishing trip. He was convinced that when Chicory bloomed the Bluegills would be

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Flutemaker has taken to carrying his camera with him as he goes on his walks through the neighborhood. This first picture is one of our neighbors shrubs. When he was trimming it last year he gave us a pile of cuttings and we have them started across our drive. They are tiny right now, but we look forward to several forming a nice hedge row and were thrilled to notice this year the flowers in the

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We all know that dogs are working companions for people all over the world. They are wonderful pets and family members. At this time in our lives we have chosen cats for our home. Over the years we have enjoy the company of both. We love cats for their independence and attitudes. Take GiGi, short for Garfield Girl, shes a real character, talks up a storm and gets into all kinds of trouble. We

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photo by Flutemaker on one of his walks I wrote quotes, poems and sayings in my book that I call Grace Notes as I came across them and never tried to organize the pages as I went along. Thus each page is filled with random thoughts. This week I want to just open the notebook and transcribe what one page has been filled with. So here goes.Ahh....Nice selection I think.

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Has it been pointed out to you that tomorrow is one of those curious number days that numerologist consider auspicious or at least of interest. 34 minutes and 56 seconds after 12 am or noon on the 8th day of July in the year of 09 can be written out as 12:34,56-7/8/9.Interesting, but not earth shaking. Just one of those interesting little tidbits that we humans find to be a fun distraction and a

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICANSProclaim liberty throughout all the landand unto all the inhabitants thereof.Leviticus 25:10LoveIndependenceBoldnessEnthusiasmReadinessTrustYes !

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Goodie. I feel finished with this project now that I see it put to use. This is Jackson using the quilt I made and sent him recently. Knowing he had it and liked it is not the same as seeing it in place. His Momma took these pictures and posted them on Facebook. I downloaded them for my scrapbook of quilts I've made. So far I have made baby quilts and twin bed quilts for each of the nine

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Having grown up in a christian home, prayers and Bible verses played a predominate roll in my life. As a child I often preached to my dolls lined up on my bed. A girlfriend, Irma, and I would play at conducting services ending with a rousing altar call. As a grown woman I once got to preside over a Sunday morning service at our Unity church and fulfilled a couple of items on my 'Bucket List'. 1.

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What on earth is that funny looking fuzzball hanging in the Oak tree?I looked and looked for more of these curious things in this tree and others around it and this is the only one I can find. It is probably some kind of parasite like Spanish moss or Mistletoe.I wondered if it was the beginning of an Oak Gall, but my research discouraged that possibility.Then again I could be wrong. The gall is

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The very first Rose of Sharon. Our all white version has a larger than usual flower and no color in its throat. The Redheaded Mushroom with the number seven was discovered by Flutemaker and we both marveled at the wonder of it all. Were we being given an omen and what could it mean? We will wait for more sevens to show up.At last the wild Blueberries are giving of their bounty. You can't see the

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With a hat off to Gilly over at Winds of Change for showing me I could build a photo collage. I present the Building of a Mushroom Colony. It was amazing to watch as the group erupted up through the ground and in a days time they were all here and then a couple more days and they were gone.

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In 1953 this lady took the name Peace Pilgrim and began to walk across America sharing with those who would listen her thoughts on peace, personal inner peace, world and group peace. She was 61 when she began, she never asked for anything, only ate when given food and slept wherever she found a sheltered spot. She walked 28 years until her death in 1981 and covered 25,000 miles speaking wherever

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It looked like someone had dropped a sea sponge on the forest floor. It turns out it wasn't dropped it was grown. It has the look of coral out from under the sea. But it is a fungi and is called a sponge. Will wonders never cease. I am 68 and this is my first encounter with this fungi. How delightful. I wonder what I'll find next now that I am looking with more awareness.

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Here it is Father's Day and once again I am using the picture of my parents in 1940 to celebrate this occasion as I did on Mother's Day. To me they were a matched set, the Yin and Yang of my young life. Daddy was a man who was self educated, he only went to school through the fourth grade. He helped his family by hunting and trapping in Hilham, Tennessee. To hear some of his stories he led a

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