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autumn leaves must fall

“The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of woodsmoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered […]

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The rich fragrance of …

What has more personality than black pepper and is sweeter than a rose? Why cinnamon of course. The warm, somewhat spicy, yet woody aroma that some also describe as smoky is unique to all other spices in our cupboards. The sense of smell and how it evokes memories is stronger than an ox on steroids […]

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Like Pearls Slipping off a String

“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” — L.M. Montgomery in Anne of Avonlea. “I live […]

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Sit very quietly

“Sit very quietly, and when the scenery shifts, slip between it.” — John Cage Although I do have spring bulbs blooming right now, I thought this beautiful pale pink Camellia was a bit of a show stopper. The tree is chock full of fat buds so I expect quite a show once they’re all open.   […]

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Leave an imprint

“I hadn’t realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn’t predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.” Jojo Moyes, Me Before You What a surprise I got and want to share with you. […]

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that one experience

“For most of a day we walked through alkali flats, the white crust like a frosted layer of salt that rose in a powder when your boots punched through. We wore the chalk on us everywhere—up to our knees, in the creases of our fingers clenching the rifle strap, down in the cavity between my […]

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