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When I was a child, we had parades. I walked with the Brownies, carrying a flag, my mother was our leader, she wore white gloves too. We walked in our brown uniforms between the green Girl Scouts and the blue Cub Scouts, from Glenwood Landing to the American Legion in...

“When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle

My dogs "read" the news of their world with their noses, eyes, and ears. What they sense, is what is. What they see is what they get. Mostly, for Pearl, it's pretty darn good around here. I have decided to try be more like my dogs. I am both a worrier and an optimist....

I thought this might be nice. I hope you enjoy a moment on the Chilkat River, there were glimpses of blue sky today in between spring squalls, and now it's a soft gray evening and I'm watching, and listening, as May arrives in the backyard thanks to a little silver...

Yesterday I attended a Zoom celebration for Haines carver and mentor Wayne Price in honor of his Distinguished Artist Award from the Rasmuson Foundation. It made me cry good tears. I mean, even though he was on a screen, and we weren't there to applaud in person, and...

I finished reading the final chapter of Take Good Care of the Garden and the Dogs to you from my living room yesterday evening, and I was kind of sad, and also proud that I managed to create something positive with my shelter-in-home time. I tried a puzzle and gave...