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Memory Lane
She didn’t enter into make-believe to escape. Escaping would have meant a world of hardship and pain. That wasn’t it. She just simply wanted a place of imaginary friends. Beauty. Springtime. Tea Parties. Companions. When the homemade stuffed rabbit went to live with St. Vincent De Paul, nobody noticed but her. But, it was her
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It’s Winter
It’s winter. It’s not over. May as well dust off the skis Usher in some freshness Let it soak deep, deep Into your lungs Let the cold crystals Melt on your tongue The spinning wheel by the fire is squeaking For some oil The kettle is whistling There are seed packs sleeping in the cupboard
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Welcome to the Prairie!
This summer I plan to start a small farm stand, as well as sell some of my blooms at a local up-scale boutique. This blog will be my place to not only document some of that process (growing and making bouquets), but it will also be a place to share some other forms of creativity.