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The baby snails had congregated at the White and were looking restless. Sophie knew that the recent heavy rain had brought them out, and they could be a handful when they were in groups. The tiny one with the light section of shell finally turned to Sophie, and, nearly shouting with excitement, asked “has Gaston reached the Red yet??”
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It’s blackberry season, so I’ve been walking the pastures daily in pursuit of black gold (the berry kind). Today, while picking in a long-overgrown brush pile, I spotted something in a hurry to conceal itself in the brush…something exceedingly well-camouflaged!
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Let the good times roll! ⛈️ Sometimes, when you try to outmaneuver Mother Nature, you get smacked down. That’s what happened when we tried to get the morning chores done before a thunderstorm rolled in.
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Queen Anne’s Lace is a very special flower, comprised of many tiny, individual flowers in an umbrella-shaped “umbel”. At the center, one or more of the flowers may be red or purple (or there may be no colorful center flower at all).
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While foraging just-ripening blackberries for water kefir, I came across some striking beetles in the far pasture. Their metallic iridescence could not be ignored, so I captured a couple of photos as I traversed the back fields.
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There is beauty before you, she said. Look for it. Gaston heard the words as he awoke from his dream. Who had said these words – almost whispered – as he floated in the twilight realm between sleep and wakefulness? He needed to find out. He shifted his shell and continued on.
Continue reading “Short Read: A Snail’s Search, Part V”