Sometimes you just have to reach for that box of shiny new colors.
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The Morning After
Sometimes you just have to reach for that box of shiny new colors.
Now, more than ever, I needed to go home to Mother.
I spent much of September watching the hummingbirds fight over sugar water. What a waste of energy, I thought.
The American Dream is alive and well just around the corner, a short walk from Trouts Farm.
“Chicken TV is keeping me sane,” she says, as we soak in that timeless world, mesmerized by their languid pecking and the occasional drop of a leaf.