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This weekend Steve and I were lucky enough to spend a couple of hours in the woods of the Brooks Estate surrounded by blues and browns, sheets of ice and, of course, layered light.  We brought along food to entice the squirrels but few did we see this time.  Maybe next week. 😉

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While I do not like talking about myself, I have developed quite the propensity for writing about myself.  Good thing given the Kreative Blogger Award presented by Christy of the blog Poetic Parfait.  An award presented to bloggers by bloggers, the rules of acceptance are:

(1)  Thank the blogger who presented me with the award. (2)  Post a photo of the award.  (3) Share ten things about me that readers don’t know.  (4) Choose six people to present this award to.  (5) Let the six know that they have been awarded!

Thank you, Christy, for the award and mostly for reading my blog and giving comment.  Your feedback is always welcome and helps me view my work in new ways. 😉  Hmmm, ten things many people don’t know about me …

1. In Thailand I rode an elephant and whitewater rafted barefoot.

2. In Costa Rica, I paid to go bungee jumping ( but the trip was cancelled due to heavy rains).

3. The best cup of coffee I have ever had was at Cafe du Monde in New Orleans.  And there’s no need to even describe the beignets!

4. When I was less sensitive to cold, I traveled around Montana for work.  There I saw my first buffalo near Yellowstone.  Such beautiful brown eyes.

5.  I once drank a cup of mint tea and had a sudden detailed memory of travels through the Sahara.  But I’ve never been to the Sahara …

6. I’m on the lighter side in terms of weight. When I told my dad once how the winds were nearly knocking me down, he said quite calmly, “Put some bricks in your pockets.”

7. My favorite apple is Granny Smith but I will eat them all!

8. Orange and blue are my favorite colors … if I have to choose.

9. I have a mid-level belt in karate.

10. For some odd reason I perceive of myself as much taller than I actually am (probably because of my 6′ and taller brothers), so my friends will often gently remind me that I am only five foot three.  😉

As for sites I recommend there are many, but here are six on my mind at the moment, all very different in terms of content but similar in simple visual beauty.

http://cookinginsens.wordpress.com/

http://ruralpearl.com/blog/

http://www.danielsroka.com/blog/

http://toscanaturid.wordpress.com/

http://anafternoonwith.com/

http://latreloar.wordpress.com/

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“A cloud over the sun doesn’t mean there is no sun.” — Gregory Orr

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As Steve and I walked through a wooded area this past Sunday, something rustled the dried leaves at my feet.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move.  A pale shape.  Small.  I followed.  Soon I found myself kneeling in the mud inching closer to this little fellow, whose photo I took for a friend who loves frogs.

That same day, at an adjacent park, we walked around a pond and through the neighboring woods.  In the middle of a bustling town the park was well-visited by local families.  So, the animals were quite used to people.  We walked through flocks of geese.  Mallards looked up at us wondering if we had a treat.  A chorus of gray squirrels chided Steve for not bringing them nuts.  He promised to do so next time.  But up high in a tree, more reluctant to be seen, sat a black squirrel.

Around grassy knolls we continued to walk.  Then up a hill, past a little fort.  Tucked here and there, in open spaces and sometimes beneath the largest trees, sat families.  Some picnicked.  I saw one man teaching his young daughter how to draw.  Her little boy threw rocks into the pond and up high into the trees.  I wonder if he noticed the beauty that lay at his feet?

The park was not large.  And, truth be told, there were not that many trees, especially around the pond.  Yet somehow, because it stood so still upon a dead branch, a great blue heron remained mostly obscured.  Even as Steve and I stood there and stared at its quiet beauty, other people walked past us and muttered, “I wonder what they see?”

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