this crazy wordpress world entices me, every now and then, to their stats page. or, should i say, my stats page. or, more precisely, my mwoodpenblog stats page. got lost there for a second: hard to remember who’s who and what’s what around here. remember, i’m from the 50s! so, intrigued over, yes, my coffee, …
lucky enough to indulge each (or most) mornings in this manner, i take my perking hot very strong loveless cafe diner-style coffee mug outside. sitting in a sturdy, enveloping adirondack chair, i feast on the caffeine and the glorious sounds and sights of the season. it’s summer, which means i spend more time out there …
in a nod to last night’s spectacular ’round the commonwealth lighting of fire-breathing beacons to salute the radiant queen of england, my daughter is preparing her own fire-themed evening. the tradition here, at the start of summer and the end of yet another school year, is quite pagan: a roaring bonfire where all of the …
i forgot how much i love summer….well, what i mean is that i forgot a particular reason that makes summer especially delicious. as the school year wraps itself up, a good thing for all these kids that need a break, my house stretches out to welcome back the boxes, bundles, backpacks, books, and all ephemera …
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