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Up, Up, and Away

The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky There’s something about hot air balloons that makes my heart soar. Perhaps it’s the colors. Perhaps it’s the quiet.  Perhaps it’s the simplicity and pace. One of the best places to see them is the home of Milk Days, Harvard, IL. Click here to find out more and start planning for next year. It’s only tiny Harvard’s second year on Balloon Festivities and already tens of thousands of visitors traveled to…

Total eclipse of my heart

I’m still basking in the afterglow of the Solar Totality.  I wanted to go to the totality with my whole heart.  Loved-One did not.  With about as much intensity.  You see, we’d already derived 6 hours in the opposite directions to attend a family reunion.  “The traffic will be bad. We don’t have any glasses.  We don’t have anyplace to stay.” All logical arguments.  Loved-One gave them to me and to anyone nearby, as a rebuttal to my enthusiasm. “I have a plan,” I said.  I repeated my mantra, as if saying it would make it so. “So what’s your…

You haven’t lived until you’ve jumped on a bog.

That’s what my college ecology teacher said years ago.  He was right.  Well, of course you’ve “lived,” still, a bog is quite an experience.  And a mosquito free experience.  You’d think all that water would be a breeding ground for all kinds of water bugs.  It turns out that there’s not enough oxygen and the water is too acidic.  In other words, a hostile environment for mosquitoes. Last week, the local bog, Volo Bog, celebrated International Bog Day.  I learned a lot more about bogs than I did in college.  Read about it here. I also learned a bit about…

1,000 Words worth 2017-16

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Last week I posted photos I took while I rode IN Chicago’s Green-Line L train.  This week the photos are what I saw FROM the same train. Here’s my bit of flash fiction.  It may be a bit autobiographical. Eloise felt her pupils enlarged after each “L” stop. It’s as if her eyes are trying hard to let more sensation saturate her brain. People going to work; people going to school; people going to church. People everywhere. Sun reflects off of stainless steel and glass; old architecture peeks between the legs of…

Gratitude Monday: Fall and the City

Mr. B turned 18 this month.  We gave him a choice of birthday presents:  1) cash; 2) shopping with G-Mom; 3) dinner a day at Open House Chicago.  He picked a day with us in Chicago.  I tried to imagine how I’d react if my grandmother offered me a day with her in Chicago.  Oh yeah, Grandma was pretty cool for a grandma.  Still, I feel really blessed that Mr. B chose us, and Chicago, as a birthday present. Here’s a few more things on my gratitude list this week: Fall colors in full swing.  I began to think about fall…

Photo Friday:  Changing perspectives

I got my final chapter back into bed – Again.  Whew!  I hope that insolent child stays where she belongs.   Next adventure is two pronged:  enter writing contests and seek out publishing opportunities.   CoCo got an apartment, which means I will have an empty nest, but feathered nest. An exciting and a scary embankment all at the same time. I took some photos of my verbinum.  It’s beautiful this year.  The cooler spring and abundant water was just what she craved.  Look at what I saw up close: I thought her blossoms were just white, maybe a little…

Gratitude Monday: It’s a Circus in Rockford

I love the circus.  CeCi invited me to go with her family,  Rockford is a hour’s drive from her house.  It’s closer than Chicago where the CIRCUS comes.  We went to the circus.  Just one ring.  Just a half-full stadium.  Just two clowns, some acrobats, and some jugglers.  And camels performing. Sometimes little things are sweet. Don’t you think? Today I give you some little things that bring gratitude to my heart: Five redbreast robins hopping and stopping in the early morning dew.  Each stops, tilts her head, and  to pulls a worm from the freshly mowed lawn. Lily of…

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