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Writing in the Garden: December 2008
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Saturday, December 20, 2008. Feeling soft and warm,. Ripe as fruit in sun,. Full of orbs and circles,. Fall of tears and laughter. Tender and yet strong. Eyes that see forever. Angry with delay,. Patient as the Sphinx. Mother of the world,. Like a little kitten. By the fire curled. When the ...
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Writing in the Garden: May 2008
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. Hannah in Her Garden. Listen to the Rain. A Little Something for Mothers Day. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Friday, May 30, 2008. Hannah in Her Garden. Both Gram and her good friend, Hannah, are gone now. I like to imagine them gardening in Heaven making everything beautiful, lush and green. Hannah’s in Her Garden. Let m...
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Writing in the Garden: The Cold Within
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. Good Times Then and Now. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Friday, February 20, 2009. The cold was there in the beginning. To chill the lively thrust,. Blowing it’s white breath. Turning the young and green to marble. Beneath, the tiny knot still formed,. Pressing back the clammy edge,. Gambling for life, eager to win.
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Writing in the Garden: Good Times Then and Now
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. Good Times Then and Now. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Wednesday, February 18, 2009. Good Times Then and Now. Looking back on it, I wonder what or who decided that the ice was safe. In those days it never crossed my mind but the young people who lived near the river had their own ways of knowing. I’ve forgotten a l...
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Writing in the Garden: April 2008
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. One Side of Me. Writing in the Garden. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Tuesday, April 29, 2008. I learned it all before. I know it all again. How great is life and love. And yet so much of it is pain. God that I run to! And are we always hurled. Into the fire of life,. In every life,. Friday, April 18, 2008. One Side of Me.
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Writing in the Garden: August 2008
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Friday, August 29, 2008. I think I may have the shirt Gram writes about here. or perhaps it is another, later replacement. The new shirt came in the mail today, deep red with a rich soft nap. If I should name the manufacturer it would be familiar to you. Oh, I suppose I’ll get used to ...
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Writing in the Garden: March 2009
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Thursday, March 5, 2009. In winter who’ll remember. My bulbs beneath the snow. Who’ll rub my copper kettle. Into a burnished glow? Oh who will wash my tea pot. As Eddie Arnold sings. And knit my rainbow woolens. Into a thousand things? Oh who will place my bowls and cups.
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Writing in the Garden: July 2008
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. The Fear of the National Geographic. Treat Me Like A Stranger. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Friday, July 18, 2008. The Fear of the National Geographic. Fear of the National Geographic. I don’t subscribe to the National Geographic magazine but it is often found in doctor’s and dentist’s offices. Bats cling together in ca...
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Writing in the Garden: November 2008
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. Thoughts on a Good Friend. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Tuesday, November 25, 2008. Thoughts on a Good Friend. This reflection was shared at the funeral of a good friend. He was not afraid of anything;. He faced life with nothing in. Old people, children, and dogs. Felt safe around him. He was a builder, impatient.
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Writing in the Garden: Another Valentine
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Writing in the Garden. The writings, poetry and journals of my grandmother, Harriet Eleanor Niles. Me and My Gram. Good Times Then and Now. Blogs in the Family. Maine Pine Tree on the Prairie. Adventures of Min Lib. View my complete profile. Friday, February 13, 2009. What joy in giving my heart. To such as you! I’ll always try to keep it beating. But if it fails or falters as time. Please love me still and remember. What I used to be.
