We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it.
Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away. ~ Zhuangzi

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Sarracenia leucophylla or white-topped pitcher plant. A carnivorous plant native to the southeastern United States. And grown by my son.

 

Nature does not always conform to our predispositions and preferences, to what we deem comfortable and easy to understand. — Carl Sagan

 

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It is not in life, but in art that self-fulfillment is to be found. — Wilson Mizner

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I have seen mallard ducks before. Many people have.

But when you have a little boy who is crazy about birds, especially ducks…

And you are with him when he sees them in the wild for the first time…

Suddenly a duck takes on a new meaning.

It’s thrilling to see…

A family of ducks.

I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before.

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We’ve had too much rain here lately, which has made it hard to hit the trails at our favorite parks lately. But yesterday I finally got out into the yard for a “walk about.” Sometimes it feels good to just explore this small piece of woods we own. There are always delightful things to be found, and I’m going to share what I found with you. I got to capture the beautiful autumn foliage we’re having this year, and a few blooms that I usually see in the spring surprised me too.

You never know what you might spy in your own backyard.

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We’ve been seeing a few monarchs who are passing through this area on their way to Mexico where they stay for the winter. If you’d like to learn more about these amazing creatures, you can read my column about Fall Migration.

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On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it. – Jules Renard

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Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.
– Albert Schweitzer

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Can you hear the sound of the water? Can you feel the breeze lick your cheek as well as the cool, hard rock you sit upon?

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