Heinz-57 Female

Our kids gave us ancestry kits for our anniversary. Each box contained Q-tips and tiny test tubes.  The miniature test tubes contained some sort of magical liquid meant to preserve our cheek cells. We swabbed the inside of our cheeks and dropped the Q-tips into the test tubes. Then, Gary and I sent our precious…

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Blueberries & ice cream

The recent fiery temperatures didn’t keep me from heading to the West Virginia hills to pick fresh berries. Nor did it stop my mother. We didn’t scavenge in the mountains for wild blueberry bushes. We drove to the peak of Bunners Ridge where lush green treetops mingle with the deep blue sky. There, the bushes…

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A subtle symphony

At my castle in the woods above the lake, a whistling bird bids me good morning. She trills a 30-second solo from outside my open windows. Then, as if on cue, her peer-chorus chimes in. Each bird lifts its own warble or twitter, its chirp or caw. I can’t say that they harmonize in a…

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Melon madness

On his way out the door to the grocery store, I asked my husband to pick up a watermelon. “Bring home a good one,” I said. A “good” watermelon is sweet and red. Gary knows how to find one. I taught him what my brother Gerald taught me. Look for battle scars on its rind…

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Wild about flowers

If I could be a flower, what blossom would I choose to be? Go ahead, laugh. But I’ve considered this question ever since wildflowers greeted me at my West Virginia castle a few weeks ago. The deep purples and bright yellows winked at me from between thin blades of grass at the border of the…

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