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Solo Trail Ride Squeeking of leather Calling of birds Riding in the woods It’s too purty for words. Just me and my horse Ambling along. It’s such a wonderful feeling Wanna break out in song. I found a melody In the beating of hooves As my troubles drift off And over tree roofs. – Mary…

The Worms are Here!
Aren’t they cute?! I can’t wait to start collecting their rich little poopings! If you look at the worms under a microscope, they look like this: I think it takes six months before you actually get anything “out” of them but I figure with all the coffee grounds they’ll be chugging, they will be more…

Smiling on Vision and Verb
I have a post on Vision and Verb about my greatest beauty asset. Please check it out. It-s been a super-duper rough week at work — a teary, hit my head on my desk week. A “I’ll be working part of the weekend to try and right things” week. Lots of drama. I guess I…

darkness
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The Sweet Spot
I’m looking for A rhythm Like hoofbeats On rock Like a rider Who is joined In the up And the down And the breath And the heart And in knowing This is right You know the feeling. Golfers and baseball players call it the “sweet spot”. It’s that moment when you get it just right. The longer…

Just a Walk in the Park
Solo Trail Ride Squeeking of leather Calling of birds Riding in the woods It’s too purty for words. Just me and my horse Ambling along. It’s such a wonderful feeling Wanna break out in song. I found a melody In the beating of hooves As my troubles drift off And over tree roofs. – Mary…

The Worms are Here!
Aren’t they cute?! I can’t wait to start collecting their rich little poopings! If you look at the worms under a microscope, they look like this: I think it takes six months before you actually get anything “out” of them but I figure with all the coffee grounds they’ll be chugging, they will be more…

Smiling on Vision and Verb
I have a post on Vision and Verb about my greatest beauty asset. Please check it out. It-s been a super-duper rough week at work — a teary, hit my head on my desk week. A “I’ll be working part of the weekend to try and right things” week. Lots of drama. I guess I…

darkness
Short days
Dark nights
If only it meant
I was getting more rest…

Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do. continued on Vision and Verb…

The Sweet Spot
I’m looking for A rhythm Like hoofbeats On rock Like a rider Who is joined In the up And the down And the breath And the heart And in knowing This is right You know the feeling. Golfers and baseball players call it the “sweet spot”. It’s that moment when you get it just right. The longer…

Just a Walk in the Park
Solo Trail Ride Squeeking of leather Calling of birds Riding in the woods It’s too purty for words. Just me and my horse Ambling along. It’s such a wonderful feeling Wanna break out in song. I found a melody In the beating of hooves As my troubles drift off And over tree roofs. – Mary…

The Worms are Here!
Aren’t they cute?! I can’t wait to start collecting their rich little poopings! If you look at the worms under a microscope, they look like this: I think it takes six months before you actually get anything “out” of them but I figure with all the coffee grounds they’ll be chugging, they will be more…

Smiling on Vision and Verb
I have a post on Vision and Verb about my greatest beauty asset. Please check it out. It-s been a super-duper rough week at work — a teary, hit my head on my desk week. A “I’ll be working part of the weekend to try and right things” week. Lots of drama. I guess I…

darkness
Short days
Dark nights
If only it meant
I was getting more rest…

Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do. continued on Vision and Verb…

The Sweet Spot
I’m looking for A rhythm Like hoofbeats On rock Like a rider Who is joined In the up And the down And the breath And the heart And in knowing This is right You know the feeling. Golfers and baseball players call it the “sweet spot”. It’s that moment when you get it just right. The longer…
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What fun this post was!!! Oh those precious smiles tell the story here!!!
Loved the poem too!!!
Have a blessed day sweetie and I’m so glad ya’ll had a great time!!! :o)
These pictures are gorgeous!!!!
You are cookin’.
Those happy images made me smile and what a great poem.