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Building Floors in our Crooked Little Barn

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We had the horses out in the pasture but Bae figured out she could push the gate open Continue reading →

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Cee’s Oddball Photo Challenge again . . .

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OK, I wanted to get a little more oddball so here goes . . .

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When I uncovered a cob stove pipe at my spiral straw bale cottage, a little friend jumped on me.  Had to get a shot, though not something I will include in my photo journal of my house being built.  Or maybe I will . . .
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My youngest who is in no mood to get his picture taken, but too adorable to not snap a shot!
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The path to the swimming hole at Tracker School.
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Looking out the door of my little “Wikki Tikki” (what we call our smaller spiral cob / straw bale house.
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Extending the rafters on the Wikki Tikki.

 

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Juliana getting hair ratted for Halloween by Melanie.  Ryan photo bombing.

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge

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Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge (COB) is all about those great photos that you take which really don’t seem to fit into a common category.

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Juliana and Sugar in our driveway in Apopka, FL
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Johnny, Juliana, and Jessica on trampoline with water balloons in our backyard, Apopka, FL
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Johnny looking down from the rafters in the snail shell shaped house we built in the woods in Oregon.

 

The Books Which Make An Author (part two)

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I found this lovely little blog about writing and just had to reblog it!

Do I remember the first book to teach me what I needed to know to begin writing more complex tales?

Thankfully, I do.

When Mary Lennox found a key and unlocked a secret garden, I was unlocked with it. Frances Hodgson Burnett was the author that lifted me onto her shoulders, and she used The Secret Garden as a hoist. I wanted to know what that key unlocked. I wanted to know who owned that garden. I wanted to know the identity of that wailing boy in the dark rooms.

I suddenly understood that books are all about “I WANT!”

Do I put the book down and make dinner? I can’t because I want to know what happens.

Do I go to sleep and get my eight hours? I can’t because I want to know how it ends.

Books which don’t make the reader go I WANT TO KNOW will…

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