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Hard to believe it’s been over a year since I took the time to post here. Just been too damn busy, and was seduced by the easy, brief format that Facebook provides. But last week end I took a series of photos while hiking and thought it would be fun to share snippets of the beauty I found along the way.
Reposting Remembrance May 28, 2011Posted by Beth in Uncategorized.
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I am busy fighting in a different way for our freedom–so I am recycling a post from before.
Wishing you all best memories on this Memorial Day weekend.
1. My Dad- WWII
2.My Grandfather- WWI
3. My Great Uncle – WWI
3+. My father-in-law WWII
I am grateful for their courage to fight for our freedom, and for the fact that they survived.
(I am also grateful to Rational Jenn for the idea of this tribute.)
Addendum 11/13/09: Catching up on my reading, I came across the following excellent summary of “What We Owe Our Soldiers“:
What we owe these men who fight so bravely for their and our freedom is to send them to war only when that freedom is truly threatened, and to make every effort to protect their lives during war–by providing them with the most advantageous weapons, training, strategy, and tactics possible.
All my girls are growing up April 17, 2011Posted by Beth in Parenting, Uncategorized.
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Last week I put the chicks outside into the big coop. As a transition, I kept them locked inside their cage-inside-the-coop for two days. A few days ago, I opened the door to the cage, but even though they were free to come out and explore, the chicks stayed close to their known world. Hovering close to water and feed.
Today, the chicks have finally ventured outside into the yard. Mabel is definitely the bravest and the leader of the three. Queenie is the chicken of the group, so to speak. She goes where the others go for fear of being left alone.
The big girls pretty much ignore them–which is a good thing. This happened the last time I introduced new girls to the pack. They are a rather cliquish bunch of hens—but I expect they will eventually meld into one happy flock.
And then there is my other girl.
Today she is off to Boston to hang out with her cousins for spring break. Her first solo flight. Suitcase in one hand, passport and boarding pass in the other, equal parts nervousness and excitement, she headed through security and off to her adventure. When she gets home on Friday, we head off to the DMV for her to take her learner’s permit test.
All of my girls are growing up and gaining independence.
And I get to stand back and beam with joy.