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November 07, 2020

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Thank you for this post today. Beautiful.

How lovely. Recently brought my plants indoors, too, and/or transplanted, repotted, etc., as needed. But the weather has been gorgeous where we are, so I take things back out sometimes! Yesterday, I dug up a little volunteer juniper too close to gutter & house and put it in a big pot to bring in for the winter and transformed it into a Thanksgiving tree. I have patio doors and great light in the kitchen!

Much to think about in your post Beth.
Your photographs are beautiful too. It may inspire me to make an open terrarium. Also I love the plate of seedpods and the pink violets.

South of Hummelstown Penna. stand the hills from which much of the brownstone in New York City came from. When I was growing up, some of the streets in Hummelstown were still slabs of brownstone, and at least one of the four churches. ON the far side of the hills where the long-disused quarry with its piles of rosy brown rock and its dangers (including copperhead snakes) stood was a piece of land my dad discovered and called "Moss Valley." We would park at the edge of the rural road, step over a strand of barbed wire and walk what might have been an abandoned farm or logging road--a favourite walk on a weekend afternoon. The ground beneath the trees was studded with rocks--probably part of a glacial moraine--and covered with all different kinds of mosses. We never brought them home but we often visited them.

Oh, this is beautiful and heartwrenching. Yes.

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