Orchards in Bloom

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The girls came home from their separate away homes for the weekend. Amanda brought Paul, and we all had a little birthday get together. Storms knocked out the power again Friday night, but we happily made do with grilling and eating by candlelight. When the power finally back on, we just turned out the lights and kept going.

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Found Sound as Remix

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Sound Transit

http://5thingsilearnedtoday.com/blog/2013/3/22/4-sound-recordings-from-around-the-world

  1. Click Play on a recording from somewhere in the world.
  2. Wait two or three measures.
  3. Click Play on another.
  4. Then perhaps another, so they overlap.
  5. Listen.
  6. Report back.

 

 

Sundays are Waffledays

 

 

This is what Sundays are for.

We used to do this all the time when the girls were home.

They’ll be jealous.

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Capsize No. 1

Bill watching the clouds build 

 

I alluded to this story back in the summer, but was so busy then I couldn’t take time to tell it. Roger Rodibaugh recently reminded me that he and a few other folks have been waiting quite patiently to hear it. Actually, several adventures from last summer slipped by unaccounted for that I should revisit. Now, with it cold and snowy outside, seems a good time to get back to them.

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Salt Marsh Prairie

A salt marsh savanna

 

The vast salt marshes of the Low Country gave a name to the city of Savannah. Seemingly endless expanses of salt grass stretch from horizon to horizon, dotted with distant hummocks – small islets of pine, live oak and palmetto. These spartina marshes range all along the Atlantic coast from Newfoundland to Florida, but there are more here than anywhere else – covering 600 square miles in South Carolina alone.

 

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Remembering Ocracoke

Ocracoke Lighthouse

 

From a trip to Ocracoke Island back in 2007.

 

Might be time to go back, but with a pair of little sailboats. Sailing around the harbor, Silver Lake, and in the lee of the island along the sound, would be nice indeed.

 

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