Every Saturday morning should be like this

This morning I noticed the trees outside of one of my bedroom windows had grown some purple berries. 

Jack and Polly decided to roam around with me…

I came across a very special spot on our backyard fence where Elle had once left her tiny handprint with white paint.  She was around three years old when she helped Nana paint the fence.  My baby is having her birthday party tonight.  She’s turning 9 on Tuesday.

My morning wake- up call (besides being pummeled by a hungry almost-nine-year old little girl) was this little squirrel.  I surprised him just as much as he surprised me.

I wouldn’t say that Fall is underway here in North Florida, but the temperatures have gone down and the humidity is just right.  It’s the kind of weather that invites you to sleep with the windows open.  The torrential rains from a few days ago still linger, at least in my neck of the woods.  The ground is still moist and the air smells like…dirt. But in a good way.

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About Dena

I'm a suburban Clevelander by way of Oklahoma City, by way of North Florida, by way of Southern Maryland, by way of Upper Michigan, by way of Northern Italy, by way of Lower Michigan, by way of Texas. Because of living in so many places, I have something in common with almost everyone I meet. I love reading, writing, and American history (especially reading or writing about American history). I'm interested in culture of place, historical trauma, and writing about the kinds of histories most people don't know about.
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