A Place Like This

Category: Just living

  • Strawberry Fields Forever

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    Valarie Budayr
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    What would you think if I sang out of tune,   Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,And I'll try not to sing out of key. Oh I get by with a little help from my friends, Mmm,I get high with a little…

  • I Captured the Moon and A Giveaway

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    Valarie Budayr
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     The other evening I was just sitting on the screen porch knitting, here in the South we live a lot on our screen porches when the weather is nice,when I felt this blue glow come onto the porch and I stopped knitting to see what it was, and that's when  I captured the moon. It…

  • Look Up

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    Valarie Budayr
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    What's that up there?    Is it a plane?   ……Is it a Rocket?……Is it a fish? Yes and much more.  Yesterday was the Kite festival . Luckily we had great warm weather and a lot of wind.  Everybody came with a picnic lunch and their kites.      The big attraction was the coy pond.…

  • Mesmerizing Music Rolling Along in Japan

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    Valarie Budayr
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    I was visiting Ren's blog Lady of the Arts today when I saw the most incredible video. Filmed in the Japanese forest of Kyushu. A wooden ball goes down a very long wooden marimba playing Bach's Cantata # 147: Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring. The sound you hear comes from the actual marimba and is not…

  • Spring Alive

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    Valarie Budayr
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    The cold weather has finally turned warm. The weather over the weekend was nothing less than exquisite.    Some people in my family were just plain giddy. Couldn't stop laughing for any thing.      Oh well, good weather will do that to one. What did you do this weekend and how was the weather where…

  • A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed

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    Valarie Budayr
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      When I picked Katten up Friday night to give him a little hug before bed, he cried out in pain. I couldn't see anything wrong. No broken bones, no abscess, no wounds. So I laid him in his bed in the basement and would see how things were in the morning. The Morning: Poor…

  • Paris:: The Best Things in Life Never Change

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    Valarie Budayr
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    As the metro stop "Luxembourg" approached, I felt this little momentary need to scream. As in exhilarating moment of excited inner bliss sort of screaming.  Here I was in Paris, almost ready to get off in the "neighborhood", almost ready to get off and say hello to a glimmer of my life that I had loved so…

  • I Wore the Gauntlet

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    Valarie Budayr
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    The instructions were simple really……. Love and take care of the dog. Keep the home fires burning. "All you have to do is keep adding wood to the fire but not too much wood or the smoke stack will catch fire. If you think you have the fire going too well just shut the doors…

  • The Firestarter

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    Valarie Budayr
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    We had the most amazing storm the other day and aside from losing three shutters off the house, I knew by the chill in the wind that "the question" would start in earnest. "The question" actually started two and half weeks ago during our indian summer. With much enthusiasm "O" asked, "Is it cold enough…

  • Tuesday Through My Window

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    Valarie Budayr
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     Tuesday Through the Windows is officially over at Swedish House but how could I not share this. The colors in my garden are so intense I can almost taste them. Though there is a bite in the air I still feel the warmth of the sun on my face.    These are the views from…