Strawberry-rhubarbNo poem, no quote, no story today.
A pretty good pie picture speaks for itself.
(Now where did I put those elastic waist pants?)
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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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- The view from here
- The sweetest rose
- Battle of the weeds
- An island getaway
- Rice and black beans
- Too much of a good thing
- Pie
- Retreats
- 18 hours of light
- True Grit
- Father's Day
- That's better
- Palms don't grow here
- A moment worth waiting for
- Cool shades
- Hearts A Flutter
- Weekend whirlwind
- Congratulations, Dave and Irene
- Little garden helper
- "The fairest daughter of the year"
- Gift to be simple
- Confused bees
- 695
- Farewell, Maestro
- A pretty sight
- Baubles and expensive eye candy
- A visit to MOG
- The finishing touch
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A glimpse through the keyhole...
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