The cool air has been fresh and clear until dusk, when wreaths of smoke will begin curling from chimneys and stove pipes as the temperature suddenly drops. That's when the first flock of migrating waterfowl are apt to appear, heading north as the waxing crescent moon brightens. I keep thinking it's later in the day and later in the year than it is. Certainly these days belong to March, or even April.
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February Thieving
The cool air has been fresh and clear until dusk, when wreaths of smoke will begin curling from chimneys and stove pipes as the temperature suddenly drops. That's when the first flock of migrating waterfowl are apt to appear, heading north as the waxing crescent moon brightens. I keep thinking it's later in the day and later in the year than it is. Certainly these days belong to March, or even April.
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Seven
Another day got away from me, and I have no idea where it went. I only remember the last part, when I made a dinner that turned out to be too large,…
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Six
The rain had not begun when I went to bed early Friday morning, but when I woke up that afternoon it was doming down quite nicely. It only continued…
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Five
The jet stream is shifting, making a big bend southward down the west coast, so it is increasingly likely that late January and early February could…
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