Today I was busy boiling the last of my maple sap into syrup when I glanced out the kitchen window to see my first of the year bluebird. He was perched ever so elegantly on the septic pipe only six feet from the bluebird house. I hope he likes this location. I'd rather have bluebirds use the nest than tree wrens like I had last year. Welcome back bluebirds. You were missed.
Fonseca
Penelope Fitzgerald was a British writer, magazine editor, and teacher. In Fonseca, author Jessica Francis writes about a few months of Pe...
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I received a gift from Offspring #1 - a collection of lectures on compact disk about Medieval Heroines in History and Legend. The speaker is... -
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I listened to the audio book called Excavations by Kate Myers. This story is about an archeology dig in Greece headed up by a college pro...
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