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Suzy has always been a good mother. She gave birth easily and was always right there for Liam, her lamb. This morning, Suzy and Liam stayed behind when Red herded the other sheep into the back pasture. Eventually, with Reds help, they caught up with the other sheep. Suzy and Liam in 2014. Goddesses From My Waking Dreams. Goddesses From My Waking Dreams. Goddesses From My Waking Dreams.
My 50 Before 50 Bucket List. February 25, 2016 in Uncategorized. Phoebe can be hard to photograph as she will look away just as I snap. Then we get to see her sweet face. This is one of the nutria that live in the slough. I get a lot of .
Payback for you not checking in. We got into some serious crap up here. We are ok and I will call as soon as I get signal. We will be home shortly. This is payback for you not checking in.
See ye no strangers; rather see all men as friends, for love and unity come hard when ye fix your gaze on otherness. Hummingbirds and oranges for the holidays. A friend sent a gift of many delicious lemons from one of her trees last week. The oleander trees have flower buds, while a tall sycamore flaunts dark yellow feathery flowers three stories above us. Meanwhile, across the region marches a se.
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I guess every artist has the goal of capturing a moment, an emotion, a scene that simply moves them. It is a concept of reaching into yourself and pulling something out to put onto your canvas, with the hope that in the end others will experience what you have. I am no different than the rest in this regard.
love grows where mercy and grace abounds. Thursday, March 3, 2016. A few years back I asked my grandmother. What her earliest memory was. She thought for a moment and told me. That the most vivid memory she has from early childhood was watching her mother make bread. She said that she could distinctly remember the flour dust dancing in the sun rays as her mother would shake the flour from her apron. This is my memory too.