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Monday, January 17, 2011

scintillas


One morning while folding a load of laundry that was covering my bed, I glanced outside my bedroom window and saw a sight that riveted my full attention. Shall I say hundreds of drops of moisture were ornamenting my Japanese Maple tree?  

Scintillas of winter's sweetness suspended and creating visual pleasure.

at the shore cum amica mea

So it was that on Thursday afternoon we headed out to the beach, two young girls (Charlotte and her friend), me and my friend, and Rancher, ...