Quinn and I have lived in Blueberry Barn ever since we were married. We rent it from my wonderful in-laws, who first built it when Quinn was only 3 years old, as a little living space while they built on to their cabin. It was never supposed to be a nice place - just something to live in while work was done on the real house. But over the years it's been getting nicer and nicer, and finally it was...
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Poetry
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Spring
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A Mirror of the Sea
Friday, June 7, 2019
Quinn has been very busy at his new job as a guide for tourists on the Mendenhall Glacier - but don't feel too sorry for him. After all, he gets to ride a helicopter to work every day! But because of his busy schedule we haven't been able to go on any hikes while the weather has been nice. So of course it was pouring down rain on his first day off in a while.
As we are somewhat used to being disappointed...
Poetry
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Spring
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Wildflowers
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All The Meadows Wide
Monday, June 3, 2019
This last Autumn I planted some mixed daffodil bulbs in my garden bed, as well as some crocuses. When Spring finally dawned bright and beautiful here at Blueberry Barn there were no little green shoots to be seen - though at Quinn's grandmother's home all her bulbs were in full swing. I despaired that perhaps I had planted them too deep, or maybe the bulbs were no good? Imagine my delight at seeing...
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