All are Both

Taken out the kitchen window this evening, you can see the maples filling out. The oaks are pollinating profusely, in pre-leaf mode. The wind's been gusty, n I snapped this in the only two minutes of sun-peeking through the cloud cover of the day I witnessed.

I'm lucky to've made it thru errand-run dry, judging by the weather radar showing drenching rains hit everywhere else.

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This small, old dingy may look like hell, but is holding alot of water, indicating it's sea-worthiness. Despite it's "who-would-ever-steal-this" appearance, the boat's function is perfect.
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"All days are good n bad, depending on the angle you look from."

-Quote SnaggleTooth, previous comments section

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Today has been both, high to low. It's my worst allergy time of the year, but my symptoms not as severe as years past. I had time to sleep later, altho strange dreams. There were no urgent "must-do" time-eaters, but I did some extra laundry. The rain missed my village, but much greyness again. I didn't get to visit anyone, tho I spoke with a few on the phone.

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I've been quite moody lately. Less than a week ago I'd heard of an older family member's dire illness. I'd just dreamt of walking past her huge garden. I've always wanted one like it, with enough room n many rows for corn, beans, n sunflowers. Soon after waking, I got a call that She's gone already, today-

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I have much empathy for the grown children, as I re-live what happened when I lost my parents to illness. I go from ignoring that happened today with distractions, to not being able to when talking about it to folks. I even chose not to tell some folks bumped into at errand time, because it's easier not to. I almost didn't post, either...

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My yard has the only purple Lillies of the Valley I know of. The color may be a result of all the ancient, buried seashells adding minerals to the soil. It's also possible the sea captain who lived here a century ago, n brought the rare trees (Eclesiastical, Huckleberry, n cut-down Black Birch) in the yard, also brought the plants from far away. The little bells are rooted around the foundation. No matter how many times the landlord weed-whacks them down, every spring before those anti-garden folks arrive, the special purple blooms come back.

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Too bad special people we lose can't come back too...