I'm at a loss for words. I believe the cause is getting up at 4:45 am to jump start the two furnaces and drinking a leftover cup of coffee. I have two alternatives. One, is to post previously written excerpts from my non-blogging days. The other-landfill-assorted junk rattling around in my brain. I'm too lazy to transcribe the first. The second disappears in cyberspace when I don't back-up my musings, as my computer warned me in a prompt at the top of the screen. So, I'll just wow you with photos.
An onion harvest
A sheep with a headache at Turkey Ridge organic apple farm
Dale Chihuly glass sculpture in the entrance of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts
A surprise in the woodpile.
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