My Grandma didn't want me to get cold, so she dressed me up like an Eskimo baby! And I had a really good time, except I couldn't move my arms. :-)
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"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things."
Henry David Thoreau
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- An old horse, new tricks
- Happy Halloween
- Baby tales from another time
- "One of Those Fine October Days"
- A happy baby
- Figs and starlings
- European Hornbeam
- Vita Sackville-West
- See the fall colors
- Out for a walk today
- Nova and BOB
- Cute Nova!
- Crochet
- Sourdough bread
- The clean-up begins
- Goodwill adventures and dim sum
- No beautiful autumn???
- Baked apples with dates and pecans
- Slug saloon
- The simple comfort of home
- The last garden roses
- The day in pictures
- Thank you Tom and Amanda
- Our lovely bride Amanda
- Ho-Hum
- Deer visitors
- Great-Grandparents
- New Nova pictures
- See you next year
- Mahler's Fifth Symphony
- Marshmallo harvest
- Bird watching
- "The Philosophical Baby"
- Angel trumpets and missions
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A glimpse through the keyhole...
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