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Category Archives: Minimalist
Hamburger Bel Air
I’m glad I didn’t have to stage a hunger strike to get some carpentry work done at my condominium. I wonder if that’s grass-fed beef?
Biscuit Lane
I pass this sign every day on my way to and from work. I’ve wondered about Love Lane before; I’ve explored the romantic road in the Jeep, but as far as I could tell there was nothing particularly passionate about … Continue reading
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Tagged It's not Pleasant Street, Rye Beach, what's in a name
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Trying to Get the Football Feeling
My friend Slim’s family has Patriots’ season tickets. She must know I’ve been in a sports funk lately because she offered me the tickets for tonight’s pre-season game. I’m going with Gwynsmum. This might be just what I need to … Continue reading
This is Not a Flower
This is a digital image of a flower. The real Calendula flower, which can’t be touched or smelled through a screen or Tic Tac phone, is beautiful and fragrant. It’s easy to save its seeds. Try to remember that nothing … Continue reading
A Belated Happy Birthday
Yesterday was my friend Faye’s birthday. I carried her birthday card around with me and ran out of time to mail it. Click on the flower to read last year’s birthday blog wish to Faye. Happy, happy birthday and YAY … Continue reading
Like a Sunflower
The first sunflower of the season. Oh! Happy Day!
Fireworks at Lady Pepperell’s House
I forgot Hampton Beach was famous for its fireworks displays. I took a walk last night during the “best show in town” and my mind kept wandering to the fireworks I had seen at Lady Pepperell’s House on Sunday. Lady … Continue reading
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Tagged Kittery Point, Lady Pepperell, Preserving New England Antiquities
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Next Spring
My porch pansies are starting to look listless. Next spring, I’ll go back to geraniums. It must be this morning’s August in the air that has me thinking of next spring.
The All-Drama Network
There is a flowering plant called the Smoke Bush; according to one garden writer it flourishes in June and July. My personal observation of the Smoke Bush is that it peaks for no more than a day and then it’s … Continue reading
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Tagged loneliness, longing, stale cigarette smoke, the Smithereens
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Take a Breath
Uncle Bob’s string beans look good, don’t they? When I ask him what he thinks about the Japanese beetles that will soon be turning his healthy green leaves into Chantilly lace, he says “everyone has to eat.” He says that … Continue reading