Where should the 1986 Ice Palace monument be? Right where it belongs!

“Lost” . . . and found (responsorial)

Gregory J. of Dayton’s Bluff: “With all due respect to The Gram With a Thousand Rules, Joe Soucheray, and Charlie Hall, who spearheaded the project to build the fantastic 1986 Ice Palace in Phalen Park and then built a monument to memorialize it a year later, the monument is not lost and should not be moved to Rice Park.

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Her world — and welcome to it!

The passing show
Or: Life as we know it

No Sued Name: “I stepped out onto my back porch (golly, I love that porch!) to breathe in the wonderful fresh air. (Wednesdays are about the only time I don’t have to be out and away early.) Continue reading “Her world — and welcome to it!”

What did the butterfly say to the bumblebee? Buzz off, bumblebee!

See world

Another close encounter of the natural kind, documented by Gregory J. of Dayton’s Bluff: “I finally spotted a few monarch butterflies in my garden this year, which reminded me of one I saw several years ago and its close encounter with a bumblebee.

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What’s your name, little bird? “JIMMY, Jim Jim JIM”!

Our birds, ourselves
Or: Here & There

The Daughter of The Gram With a Thousand Rules writes: “I really enjoy seeing all the bird photos here in BB. I miss hummingbirds, bluebirds, and chickadees the most, living here in the islands far from my Minnesota family.

“We do have some amazing other bird varieties here on Oahu, Hawaii. Many people don’t bother to put out feeders because we have trees and flowers that bring the colorful birds flocking to our yards. Continue reading “What’s your name, little bird? “JIMMY, Jim Jim JIM”!”

“The memories of my summer camp are still strong. I think about it every day.”

The ever present 

KQ writes: “I remember standing on the edge of Silver Lake, breathing in the clean Adirondack air, trees to the left and boathouse to the right. I see the sun sparkling on the water and the high clouds in the blue sky. In front of me is the T Dock, where we used to swim, and the Little Float (such fun!), and the Big Float with the diving platform, sitting on empty 55-gallon drums to keep it afloat. I hear the waves gently hitting them, making the float rock back and forth, up and down.

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