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Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things?  You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets. ~ Lucy Maud Montgomery


The federal government has sponsored research that has produced a tomato that is perfect in every respect, except that you can’t eat it. We should make every effort to make sure this disease, often referred to as ‘progress’, doesn’t spread. ~ Andy Rooney


Gentle sleep! Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above; And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless My senses with the sight of her I love. ~ Horace (Horatio) Smith

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History doesn’t move you more than when it’s in the iron of your own blood. ~ J.R. Tompkins


Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. ~ Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine


To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment. ~ Jane Austen


However many years she lived, Mary always felt that ‘she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow’. ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden



Meet Moe!  He’s our new Lab pup, 19 weeks, 26.5 lbs of pure sweetness.  He sure has helped ease the sadness of having to surrender our Boxer rescue.  Looking forward to many years with this sweet boy in our family.



We rescued this sweet boy three months ago.  He had awesome potential.  But he had a hard life.  No impulse control.  Highly reactive.  Terrible leash aggression.  We put our hearts into rehabilitating, but he snapped at me twice and that was more than we could tolerate with a child in the house.  We were forced to surrender him last Sunday, back into foster with our local Boxer rescue.  My heart aches for him.  I pray the rescue people commit to him the way we did.  Help him succeed.  Help him be that dog who lives his awesome potential.  We miss you, Jags!  We will always carry you in our hearts.


“…sunflower-bordered roads always seem to me the roads to freedom.” ― Willa Cather, My Ántonia