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Cuban oregano found in the Scent Garden at Laurelwood Arboretum
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18 Sunday Sep 2016
Posted in Photography, Sunday Wonders
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Cuban oregano found in the Scent Garden at Laurelwood Arboretum
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17 Saturday Sep 2016
Posted in Photography, Saturday by the Lake
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OK, so I’m not in Scotland, and this isn’t Loch Ness!! This duck swam underwater for what seemed like forever. When he finally surfaced, it reminded me of Nessie, the Loch Ness monster 🙂
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17 Saturday Sep 2016
Posted in Photography, Saturday by the Lake
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These ducks were hanging on the dock, each one was waiting for the other to push the canoe into the water lol
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16 Friday Sep 2016
Posted in #Skywatchers, Photography
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Tonight’s beautiful Harvest Moon…could autumn be far behind?
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15 Thursday Sep 2016
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Thursday Doors
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A door unopened, here remains
Through sharpest winds and icy rains
Where it leads, I do not know
Perhaps it’s only here for show
But what is that, a creature there?
Who looks completely unaware
Nary a movement does he make
I don’t think that he’s awake!!
I’ll walk ever quietly, to the door
This one I’ve never been before
Slowly, so he does not rouse
Toward the door, just let him drowse
Pray, the hinges will not creak
When I open the portal to take a peek
This gate was in the middle of nowhere on a nature trail. The little creature is actually the root system from a fallen tree!!
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