It's been one of "those" days. You know the ones... It's the sort of day that feels a bit like three. Nothing goes catastrophically wrong, but things don't go quite right either. Minor
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I just found hay in my hair, a memento from the time I spent in the horse field this afternoon lying on my back in what remained of a round bale. It's sixty degrees. Just a few days ago, there was
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"There is no creature whose inward being is so strong that it is not greatly determined by what lies outside of it." - George Elliot, Middlemarch. February It isn't as warm as yesterday, but I
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I know. I know. That phrase usually belongs to Christmas, and I love Christmas, but whoever first coined that phrase and applied it to Christmastime obviously didn't know the joys of springtime
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Friday started with Jeremiah and I filing our taxes, then going to get ice cream (you know, to drown our sorrows...) We made it out to the ranch later, after I took a nap (because sometimes you
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I'm beginning to think that Spring in the Midwest is really just a nasty rumor. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I do, after all, live in Central Illinois. Weather seldom makes a whole lot