Tag: nature
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RV Stop #1: Sebago Lake, Maine.
Hi! Here is a brief overview of our stay at Sebago Lake State Park Campground. (I’m tired, yo.) . . . My dear brother-and sister-in-law joined us (from Denver) for the first leg of our RV adventure. We got the fridge fully stocked with tasty snacks and beers—we obviously stopped at Tree House Brewing on…
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McDonald’s Farm (Greenhouse).
RV Adventure: Stop #1! . . . McDonald’s Greenhouse, Ltd Zanesville, Ohio . . . Oh! What a sweet, charming spot for our first night on the road, Dear Reader. Even though it was hotter than blue blazes, as my mom would say, we had so much fun strolling along this family-run farm and greenhouse.…
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Fresh Air.
Breathe it in. . . . And sometimes, with just the stirring of a springtime breeze through an open window, life seems so delicately beautiful. . . . SnapDragon is a writer who utterly enjoys stacks of unused notebooks. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for her take on this crazy world.
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The Dirt.
Sometimes I just want to dig my hands in a fragrant, saturated soil. I want to feel the granules in my skin rivets; the cold mud seeping stories of the earth. Blood flows; Air circulates; Eyelashes stand guard. Hello. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and nighttime worrier. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for…
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Healing.
Poem 5. Written by SnapDragon X. (Um, like everything else on this site, yo.) these cracked feet, cracked hands and crackling lines around my eyes whisper in harmonious healing. the weeping and seeping of water has dried. a tortoise shell; a vacant nest; a notebook whose pages have been burned. yesterday is a vanished ache.…
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A Snip of The Snap.
(Dragon, that is.) Ahh. What a day. Albeit quite busy with baby, there were so many small delights: This morning I looked outside and saw a brilliant red cardinal. He was pecking away at our herbs, in what I can only assume was a joyful fashion. He looked like a drawing, or a children’s illustration.…
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The Quiet.
This moment is real. The spring air is cool, still, and transfixing. Oh, how I love The Quiet. Have I ever told you that, Dear Reader? Because The Quiet is alive. The tick-tock of the cuckoo clock reminds me that time waits for no one. Unidentifiable birds call to each other across the yard. The…
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