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From an old WordPress Discover Challenge Life is rearranging the same elements day after tedious day.


I can perhaps, one December afternoon, look at the picture of these petunias  and remember what summer was.   

A flower

I imagine that this flower (upon seeing me with a camera) decided to stand up straight and smile prettily.

Making it personal

Zero to Hero day 7 assignment: Create and upload your own header. I didn’t think my chosen theme would take a header, but upon checking this page, I found that…

I have a secret

The secret is that I might like the Fall I might like the way the sky looks when red and orange leaves dance playfully across it I might enjoy wearing…

This Thistle

This morning was wet, warm, soft, and gray. I parked in the lot adjacent to the torn-down buildings and climbed out of the car with my purse, lunch bag, and…

Flowers, data, and a dumpster

About Today I went over to the Poplars building today to learn about PowerPivot for Excel. I found a parking space right away in (case you were wondering). On the…

Heck if I know what to write about

or about which to write The world is bright today. That is to say my world in Bloomington, Indiana. The sky is blue, the clouds are white and fluffy, and…