Beyond the Fork in the Road

27 September 2006: A family with teenie-tiny baby chipmunks is eating the leftover caged-bird seed I tossed out front in the hopes that it would sprout and grow up in the spring. Check out the size of this guy in comparison to the size of the straw in the picture!

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AnonymousSeptember 30, 2006 10:31 AM
Hey guys!

Love the pics of the progress of the house. HOWEVER....I cannot get an email sent to you without it being sent back. So, if you are reading the comments to your blog, I am requesting that you send me an email first and I will try to reply. Unless you don't want to talk to me ;-)

My husband is up at our cabin this weekend. FYI.

xoxo B
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- Think about it.

"If you must complain, limit it to only those things you cannot change."

- Note to self.

"You know, it's not about owning some fancy possession. It's about becoming a part of that history."

- This illustrates exactly how I feel about this Swamp River Ridge house which will be standing long after I'm gone.

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Hanging laundry outside on my new clothesline.
Doing chores in the wintertime when the moon is full enough to provide me with all the light I need.
My pantry.
Poultry eggs so freshly laid that they are still warm to the touch.
The first snow of the year.
The kitchen's wood cookstove.
The sizzle and smell of onions sautéing on the stove.
The smell from cleaning with Pine-Sol.
The smell of Annie Blue's fur.
The smell of freshly mowed (mown?) grass.
The smell of the chicken's grain in the grain barrels on a cold, cold morning.

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