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Me-usings and Me-emories
16 March 2016 - Not every day in Florida begins with sunshine, but it is a rare one when the golden orb isn't seen at some point. The last few mornings I have awakened to fog, not the legendary London sort, but a faint whiteness softening the forest view. Sounds are also somewhat dampened by the moist air, and the result is rather dream-like. The taller peep is not an early riser, so he misses out on these altered landscapes. He would probably reply that he does in fact see the morning...as in the first few hours after midnight.
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Today's Catechism
(for the self-taught)
Nature's show is never a rerun.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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Catty Corner
word of the day - purrceptive, noticing change, especially when it involves a cat carrier
Catty Corner
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