we are all like peter

do you love Me, friend? do you love Me, dear peter? oh, do you love Me? it’s Easter morning and we are all like peter — what will you reply?

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the wood between the worlds

it was raining this morning the sort of slow, gentle soaker that requires windshield wipers and raincoats and encourages the grass to green but when i left the office in the blueing evening only one lonely puddle remained in the empty parking lot as i walked toward my car i caught a glimpse of tree…

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An extravagance of snowflakes

Winter doesn’t always bring snow to my neck of the Middle West. Sometimes we get freezing rain, sometimes we get 60-degree days in February, and sometimes we just have long stretches of frigid weather where the ground turns rock-hard and the faces of the limestone bluffs become encrusted with stalactites of ice.  But this season the snow has visited us again – three times before winter even officially started, and twice more since the new year.

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