Backyard Recollections

A Bird Attack on Halloween

Written on 10/31/14 It’s Halloween.  Charlee is off trick-or-treating with her friend.  She is Mario, her friend is Luigi.  They are too cute, and too excited about all the candy waiting to be collected.  (My dentist is excited too.)  I

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Rainbow pizzazz and perfectly stoned.

It must be a hereditary thing… my obsession with rocks.  Years ago my father built a Rock Garden for my mother out of rocks she came across – and fell in love with – while on trips to Pennsylvania.  Calling

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Mrs. Capotosto

It takes a village to raise a family. Isn’t that how the saying goes? Those nostalgic days of yesteryear. When neighbors were neighbors – not just people that existed in nearby houses. I remember when all the children in my

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Mourning has come…

Alex and Rabea were sitting in the backyard – the two of them in my lounge chair for one 😉 – cloud gazing, when they noticed the forked branches towering above had ‘grown’ hair… {insert quizzical look} …the hair was moving,

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