I live on a farm ... — dogs
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Pumpkin seeds and tea cups
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When my children were babies my parents tried to tell me how very different it is to be grandparents as opposed to being parents. I did my best to understand what they meant, but I realize now that I needed to be a grandparent myself to actually get it. So, Dad and Mom ... I get it now. [FYI: New knitting content was posted at The Knitting Blog 20 May 09.] My daughter and I lived with my parents when she was born, and we lived with them for her first two years. Today my daughter and her daughter live...
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The hawk came calling
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It is cold out there, would you like to come inside for a cuppa Joe, tea, or cocoa? I'll put on a fire while you get your self settled into a nice comfortable chair. Together we'll look out the window toward the barn and the fields, with the woods off in the distance. From here I can see some of our trees, the old well pump out near the barn, and the large white expanse of snow covered lawn followed by some fifty acres of land planted this year with clover for hay. Do you see it all, out there...