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June's Sock Yarn Give Away Winner

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Just a quick note here to announce June's Sock Yarn Give Away Winner ... Elisabeth W. of Norway. More on this plus rules for July's Sock Yarn Give Away rules coming in this week's blog. Stay tuned! If you get a chance, join or "like" the I Live on a Farm and/or the J. L. Fleckenstein Fine Artist pages I set up at Facebook this week. I'll be using Facebook more and more to provide additional access to content, news, "heads up", etc. for my readers. Both Etsy stores are also tied in with the Facebook pages to make it...

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Moments Show Opening

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My summer art show, "Moments", opened this past Friday night at Shawn's Gate Gallery in Medina, New York.

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Enjoying a perfect moment

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These perfect moments are happening all around us at all times, every day ... it is up to you and I to notice them and find at least one each and every day to thoroughly appreciate and enjoy.

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I Love New York

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I have to say this-- though I never would have thought I would--I love New York.

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The joy of reading

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Of all of my memories of school as a small child, all things related to books and reading and being read to are some of the richest in my treasure chest. I loved paper, the sound of a library book with its heavy plastic protective cover closing with a soft yet decisive thud, and carrying a stack of books to the librarian's desk with my mother by my side getting ready for summer reading. I remember certain books with peculiar clarity such as Danny and the Dinosaur, those little Dick and Jane books, and Harold and the Purple Crayon. The...

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