Tag: Morning thoughts
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Sweet Olive and Snakes and the New Day
It is pitch dark still. I hear the rare call of a hoot owl in the distance. And the sweet olive is blooming! The thick, sweet scent wafts past… This post was interrupted because the girls in the henhouse started making noise. I grabbed a flashlight and shovel and went to look, but I saw…
Curtiss Ann Matlock 