I keep having the feeling of being caught inside a snowglobe, while most of the people around me have no idea they’re captured. Only a handful of us realize free life exists outside the shell, and the constant struggle is an attempt to keep the lid from being permanently sealed.

Our intelligent, beautiful, precious Miss Oakley, the Golden-Pyrenees, crossed the Rainbow Bridge on Oct 1–exactly 13 yrs to the day when we brought her home from Texas. Discovered osteosarcoma in leg her last week. We’re broken. We 🩷you, Fluffy.

Could that leg with three knees fold up like a Swiss Army knife?

We’ve come to a time when even Tweets are TL;DR.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

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Spending my weekend with this beauty

Me, no kidding.

These finches are making snow angels.

I ❤️ my birds!

I hit the primary color trifecta!

The bluebirds stopped by for a warm drink.

The cardinals are wearing their puffer jackets in the snow.

Yellow-bellied sapsucker visited

Since when does NBC not count as just a standard network on all TV platforms?

We’ve been binge-watching the Great British Baking Show for a couple weeks now and spend half the time trying to figure out what the heck they’re saying.

My big sister’s little shi-poo, Sadie, at age 15 is crossing the Rainbow Bridge right now. Bless her and their broken hearts. 💔

Oh my word.

Oh, my goodness. I can just hear Prue Leith and Paul Hollywood saying, “What a sad little cake. It really looks a mess, but the flavor is spot on.” Quick, put them in the fridge like they do on the Great British Baking Show. That fixes everything on TV.