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A sunset is heaven's canvas. - Unknown Photo credit: Borepatch

 

Peter writes about how a bunch of folks underestimate just how hard subsistence farming really is .  "Green Acres" is funny becaus...

Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes and the grass grows all by itself. - Zen poet Matsuo Basho  Aesop has a must-read post (riffin...

Chris Lynch has an interesting post up about the mental health benefits of quitting the news - ignoring the feeds rather than obsessing on t...

Because it's the depths of winter .  I found this pretty touching. 

The Moose club on Anna Maria Island has a sweet rooftop bar.  

 This is sweet, and shows that in this political silly season that there is a human decency that crosses species boundaries.  From the notes...

  Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon...

  The Queen Of The World went to the beach yesterday to see the sunrise, and took this picture of a Florida beach that was literally deserte...

Last week's ride. Photo by The Queen Of The World Off to a Jimmy Buffett concert now.  Hopefully I won't blow out my flip flop...

pic.twitter.com/sUQxkdWK4i — Sal the Agorist (@SallyMayweather) May 4, 2018 People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order...

It seems like the Republic is going to Hell in a hand basket, torn asunder by totalitarian pricks on both sides.  As a ever so brief respite...

One day Chao-chou fell down in the snow, and called out, “Help me up! Help me up!” A monk came and lay down beside him. Chao-chou got u...

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. - Antoine d...

Southport, N.C.  A lovely little town, although the property values are approaching the absurd.

A haiku: Repeat after me: It is always a good flight When you're going home. Although it will be strange - #1 Son moved out w...

... every man is an island. It is a truth that often the tolling of a silence reveals even more vividly than the tolling of a bell. We s...

When we moved here to Roswell in 1997, this was the end of civilization.  Now it's deep in the heart of suburbia. I went to the wo...