Daylight until past 8PM
Spring peepers along the Little J.
T running away for some...you know
Robins galore.
Not wanting to do school work.
Rain, rain, and more rain.
Fishing...? Soon.
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(Thoughts and stories from life in Central Pennsylvania Western Montana)
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I'm an over-educated, under-employed Vermonter born in NY, transplanted to PA for a while and now living in Missoula Montana with a brilliant and gorgeous Nutmegger. I spend too much time sneaking outside to chase birds and deers and fishes. After years of forgetting trips and moments, I decided it was time to start keeping track. Unfortunately, I can't help myself from rambling about life as well. And so, like life, this blog is what it is. Enjoy?
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1 comment:
I am not sure it is spring yet... it is still fucking cold.
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