Tag: nature
member name: LeeAnn D.
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November 06, 2007 08:03 PM EST --
Many people move to coast to fullfill their all time dream of living somewhere beautiful and around water. To live in their little slice of paradise, next to the waters edge. With . . .
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December 09, 2007 01:52 PM EST --
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April 04, 2009 09:05 AM EDT --
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Spring Morning
It's sunny this morning.
Birds are singing.
Dogwoods are blooming.
A cross breeze is coming from . . .
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August 31, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
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August 30, 2008 03:30 PM EDT --
With tail held high and mane blowing in the wind,
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October 12, 2008 01:24 AM EDT --
My muse has been dormant for some time, but lately thoughts have been
buzzing around in my head about how nature never gives up. With all the
abuse man inflicts on it, it . . .
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August 15, 2008 09:34 AM EDT --
Meet Lucky Lucy. Lucky.... because she's been a resident of our house's
bushes/deck/ windows...etc... for about 6 years now and has managed to avoid
being picked off by birds or other . . .
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September 21, 2007 07:45 AM EDT --
Just before day break, on a cool October morning, with a warm cup of coffee
in hand, my ever faithful, four legged, companion and I sit on the cool,
damp rocks at rivers edge. There we sit quietly, . . .
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March 15, 2008 10:23 AM EDT --
SHE LIVES
Welcome to my lair, said the maiden of many.
My home is humble and tidy of sorts.
Many have come, none have gone.
I am left with many hungry mouths to feed. . . .
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November 15, 2008 08:36 PM EST --
Autum is a time for many plants to go dormant for the winter. You can also think of it as a time for them to begin to rest. For their foliage, nuts and fruits to begin to ripen . . .
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November 18, 2008 08:16 PM EST --
As some may know, by some of my photo's I've submitted, that I have a friend
who lives in South Africa. He sent me some pictures of a lion that was
recently rescued by some of . . .
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October 16, 2007 08:40 PM EDT --
Natures Perfume
Deep in the forest, Walking along a foot worn path, I stop to rest on a rock carpeted with bright green moss. It is soft and inviting. I lay for short . . .
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