Childhood summertime memories often fill us with joy. Here are a few of mine. Lying on our backs watching clouds float by Running barefoot on narrow creek rock roads Making forts from discarded seagrass string
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Childhood summertime memories often fill us with joy. Here are a few of mine. Lying on our backs watching clouds float by Running barefoot on narrow creek rock roads Making forts from discarded seagrass string
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“The question is not what you look at but what you see” (Henry David Thoreau). Summer’s wildflowers are a faint memory in the often chilly, damp days of early March. What was once a flurry of
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A redhead with two green thumbs? Born and raised in New York City, a feisty redhead sprung into action the day after tulips and daffodils poked their heads up after a long winter’s slumber. Small
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