Frosty Flowers

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Frosty Flowers

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Found a wee bit of frost this morning – yes, it was cold enough to see my breath and feel rather frozen. I liked it!

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so pretty. and so different. we’re heading into the blazing Texas summer.

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Trinity River

09/06/2011 at 11:44 pm

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- I remember a summer in Texas – I think I was about 12… We went to the World’s Fair in San Antonio. It was brutal! My mother took a photo of every cactus in the country – with one of us 4 children posed in front of each and every one. Can’t say I liked it much… I also remember camping on the beach in Corpus Christi – in tents, while drunks made 180s on the sand just a little way down the beach. Didn’t sleep much.
  
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  10/06/2011 at 6:05 pm
  
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How horrible–posing in front of cacti. Mothers will be mothers, won’t they? I remember when we were traveling across country, and we got to the Blue Ridge Mountains, and my mother said, “Wake up. It’s the Blue Ridge Mountains.”

I raised my head and said, “Yep, mountains, blue,” and went back to sleep.

Frosty flowers are beautiful.

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poietes

18/06/2011 at 1:53 pm

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- I endeavoured to mother my children (now 24 & 31) without being a ‘mother’ about it, if you get my drift… not sure how they would describe their experience of having me as a mother…
  
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  19/06/2011 at 9:27 am
  
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