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Fragments from Floyd

Country Girl

Here Comes the Sun

For a while, the mechanics of the new blog platform will overwhelm any expressive urges and efforts. It will be like driving somebody else’s car, or cooking in their kitchen. I know what needs to be done and where I want to go. I just don’t know where Word Press keeps its spatula.

I’ve fumbled around here trying to make this image centered using the edit-image dialog and couldn’t do it. There. The center paragraph seems to have done it. Next time this simple everyday task won’t use up so much early morning (and pre-coffee I might add) energy. Baby steps.

The image is from what few images I have here on the laptop, but it seems appropriate to the setting of the day. We’ll be making a five hour trip back from Carolina with Abby, who can hardly wait to see Tsuga-dog. And chase butterflies in the meadow. And “fall” in the creek.

Her grampa is looking forward to exploring the familiar through six-year-old eyes, and to the certainty of bringing home some kodak moments to share.

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1 thought on “Country Girl”

  1. the most wonderful days of my childhood were spent in Floyd co. in my grandma and grandpa’s creek going towards dash and run. We still come yearly and I place my feet in the creek! I’m 53

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