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Oh, happy nostalgia, sparking at random!  My green-thumbed mum nurtured a lipstick plant as splendid as this one now blooming in the M...

" Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul  And sings the tune without the words  And never stops at all..." ...

" If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?" - Marie Dressler (1868-1934)

" Born like the pines to sing,    The harp and song in m’ breast, Though far and near, There’s none to hear, I’ll sing as th’...

" If Mother Nature patches  leaves of trees and vines,   I'm sure she does her darning  with the needles of the pines,  ...

"... Oh, for the days when trains were magic: iron dragons breathing smoke and fire,  lashing long tails through the valleys  with...

" Ah! this beautiful world!" said Flemming, with a smile. "Indeed, I know not what to think of it. Sometimes it is all glad...

Massive slabs of ice stacked willy-nilly block our usual winter walking trail, far up from the edge of Rattlesnake Creek. A sudden tempera...