The Fern

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I carried a camp chair off into the trees with me every morning. I like to stop on the hill and sit next to a big fern. I loved that fern for some reason. The view from the hill was soothing. Sometimes other walkers would pass me by, say hello, and keep going. It was my spot.

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Bye

Mime waving bye bye

Gerri never says, “Bye.” She says, “Ciao.” Pretentious, don’t you think? Maggie says, “Bye Bye,” several times – isn’t once enough? Allison waves and says, “Laterz,” like she was still a teenager. Really, why can’t any of my friends just say, “Bye,” like a normal person – like me?

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Eating Pie

New Mexico Apple Pie

This is New Mexico apple pie from the Pie Town Cafe in New Mexico. Pie Town is a tiny place on highway 60. Because of the town’s strange name, 3 cafes operate along the roadside where people make a living selling pie. This pie contains a layer of mild green chili and piñon nuts. It’s delicious, too. If you ever have a reason to drive across New Mexico on highway 60, plan a stop in Pie Town.

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Trail

Hiking the trail

Follow the yellow brick road. No, wait. Hike the Appalachian Trail. No, wait. Beware the mosquitoes on the trail through the Everglades. No, wait. Just put one foot in front of the other and keep going. That’s how you get where you’re going. Barring detours.

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Along the Way

the trail

I sat on a bench beside the trail and fiddled with my iPod. For the moment there was nothing playing in my ears. I looked up at the trees, the sky. I heard the birds and the wind in the leaves. I put my iPod away and never carried in on a walk again.

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The Winter Solstice

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Every culture, every religion has found a reason to celebrate the winter solstice. Whatever your tradition is, I hope you do have cause to celebrate, family and friends to be with and warmth and happiness to share.

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For My Darlings

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Ah, my darlings, I’m going to bake you a pie made of peaches and love. I’ll put in sugar and spice and wrap it in a flaky crust. It will fill you will warmth and sweetness and let you know how much love I feel for you. A pie can do that.

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Fun

my ukulele

One of the things I do frequently is help people learn to use their new and terrifying iPad. This scary device is often given to older adults as a way to stay in touch with family. The other day I was helping Margie, and when we finished I mentioned I played the ukulele. She walked over to a shelf by her piano, produced a ukulele and we sat side by side on her piano bench where she played by ear whatever I could produce on the uke. It was the most fun I’d had in ages.

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Fall

Fall photo by Virginia DeBolt. All Rights Reserved

I felt relaxed, a welcome feeling after a stressful week. The fall colors in the park were a pleasure, a bright antidote to my nervous system. I stopped to photograph some leaves. I noticed something back in the brush, a smear of blue showing in what should have been a blur of yellow leaves. When I looked . . .

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Look Up

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It’s magical when the balloons fly. They keep you looking up, inspecting the sky, craning your neck. Sometimes so close you could almost touch them. Sometimes drifting above you slowly, low enough to wave at the people in the gondola. Sometimes far off in the sky, framed by the craggy mountains, drifting over the river, heading for the horizon.

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