The element of surprise

Oil Creek State Park, Pennsylvania.

As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.

~ Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping, 1926

I have participated in the original, official NaBloPoMo since November of 2006.  It was, in a way, a lifeline for me.  It was through that first NaBloPoMo that I began to experience a sense of community in what I think of as the outer blogosphere.  (I had previously been blogging for years under a pseudonym in a more closed space with a smaller community.)  I was going to need my new blogmates and this sense of being in touch with the outer world beginning the following month when M and I made a temporary move to West Chester, Pennsylvania (a town I referred to as Sabbaticalville while we were living there).

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I wish I was better at commenting

Brady’s Run

During my very brief break I attempted to get caught up with, well, everything.  Everything includes the blogs I follow.  And I noticed something about my comments when I visit you at your place.  Perhaps you noticed it, too.

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Friday farrago

The galaxy in the meadow

Farrago:  a confused mixture; hodgepodge, medley:  a farrago of doubts, fears, hopes, and wishes.  (Thank you,

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Adaptation and transformation

Fruit possibilities

Change is not something that we should fear.  Rather, it is something that we should welcome.  For without change, nothing in this world would ever grow or blossom, and no one in this world would ever move forward to become the person they’re meant to be.

~ Anonymous

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I took a walk around the pond this morning.  The weather was beautiful at the time.  The early clouds had been blown away by the gentle breeze and the sunlight made it feel relatively warm for a 40 degree morning.  Clouds have since regathered and rain is expected this evening.  Rain is good.  The earth in this area needs it.

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Temperature inversion

Warm and cold were battling it out here in the Bogs this morning.  We had what is called a temperature inversion where the air up above is warm, causing rain, but down below it’s freezing, causing the rain to turn to ice when it hits the trees and the ground and everything else in the cold zone.

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Feathers in my cap

Thank you

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.

~ William Arthur Ward

I have been remiss in the area of gratitude lately.  Over the past several weeks some wonderful fellow bloggers have nominated me for various awards.  Please accept my sincere thanks for the honors you have bestowed upon me, and my apologies for waiting so long (in some cases) to acknowledge the awards.

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