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Snowball pool party

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A long, long time ago on a familiar street not so far away it happened. The pool party in Neighbor Thomas’ backyard was to celebrate the end of the school year. And it started a tradition that continues on to this very day.

Mist mountain

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All now lay quiet in the small southern town. It was as if both the town and the mountain had given up fighting, fallen asleep, and were finally at rest trying to heal. Rest they should. Just 12 hours earlier the tranquility the area was famous for had been shattered.

My mission

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My mission

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The project seemed simple enough: install fencing along the newly constructed walkway in our backyard. A 12-foot section of the walkway has a steep drop-off, so we needed a small section of fence to protect walkers and BBQers.

Life in a garden

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The little worm seemed to have everything a worm could possibly want in life: an important job, a nice home, plenty to eat, friends, and a virtually stress-free lifestyle. But there was something more he wished for. As of yet it remained out of reach.

Celebrity bus driver

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No one was more surprised than me when asked by Ms. S, a local teacher, to speak to her fourth-grade class about creative writing. Obviously she never talked to Mrs. Newsome my eleventh-grade English teacher at Briarwood High School, home of the Mighty Buccaneers. Then again, perhaps she had.

A teenage sponge

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Last Monday I had the opportunity to drive Little One and Sweet Caroline’s big sister to school. As we approached the railroad crossing that goes through the middle of our small, zombie-filled, Georgia town (they film a hit television show here), three unique things happened.

The redemption road

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There’s no doubt about it. I got some repenting to do. Surprisingly this story doesn’t start back on Flamingo Street. Rather it starts in our own backyard — right about the same time I turned over a rock.

The Tomato Wars

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Think tomatoes are harmless? Think again. The Tomato Wars are well underway. Garden plots all over this country are being tilled, fertilized, and de-rocked in preparation for the war that is coming to a feverous pitch.

A wonderfully sad day

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After all the cold rain of late, a walk in the woods in our backyard was unexpected. After all, it is February. It wasn’t supposed to be 65 degrees. Walking with Little One, the rare warm February afternoon afforded unique opportunities to explore the world of nature.

New milk

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New milk

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Last Saturday in our fair town, the first snowflake fell just before noon. Shortly after that, three things happened.

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