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Winter is a liar.

They say that it is possible to have all four seasons in one day up here on this mountain.  Today is proof.  Bitter and angry, the cold early morning bit at my fingers and nose only to be tamed by clearing skies and an unbelievably determined sun.  I e...

I was at a full rest.  So restful that I was asleep.  I really don’t do that much these days.  Sleep is like a long forgotten laughter to me.  It would be sweet to have it again, but like laughter, it comes not often enough.  Sometimes I try to think what it was like b...

It was barely dawn.  I stood at the door of my screened in porch, my seashell clad coffee cup steaming in the early Burney chill.  My puppies sat at the gate of their kennel, waiting for me to free the latch and free their feet to run in the larger grassy area.  Heads...

Living on a mountain requires an acceptance of bipolar weather.  It was 75 degrees yesterday, green with luscious gloriousness.  I spent the day working on little things and resting my body in the bright spring sun.  Today, I woke to grey cloud sprinkles dripping...

I had a conversation with a couple of 80-something year old men today.  They sat across the coffee clad, Bible strewn, lopsided, small town diner table as I spilled my self all over my chair.  I picked up a freshly filled cup and sighed deeper than most would.  They bo...

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Lizzy, Learning, and Loving Life in the midst of Change

April 6, 2020

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