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  • The Gingko tree is an absolute work of the art of nature; from its beautiful shape to its fan-shaped leaves, leaves which change from luminous green to translucent gold. One would be hard-pressed to find a tree of such beauty.
    This lovely tree doesn’t show her age. The “Silver Apricot,” as she is known in China, has an ancient history. The gingko is speculated to have existed during prehistoric times. One tree growing in China is approximately 3500 years old. She was introduced to the U.S. in the 1700’s. Once here she found a loyal following.

  • A number of years ago, a man I know had multiple surgeries on his hand, which left him without feeling in it.
    He had had surgery because of pain, so in one respect, not feeling meant he also no longer felt pain, so that’s a good thing, right?
    However, as a craftsman, that also meant he couldn’t use his hand to do his job, which required using both hands and all his fingers.

  • I have conniving horses. As time goes by the boys, Biscuit and Lightning, continue to prove that they are, indeed, horses of a different color.

  • It was one of the post-Irma, pre-power-turned-back-on days and my husband and I were at a local restaurant for dinner.
    A man sitting next to us recognized me as “the lady from the newspaper,” and we started talking about the hurricane we had just survived and how God had spared us.
    The man confessed that he wasn’t a regular churchgoer, maybe went four or five times a year, but he was for sure going to go to church that Sunday.
    “God answered the prayers of people who prayed,” he said.

  • Sept. 24, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • Unfortunately for me my favorite season is coming to an end. The days have grown shorter. Much to my disgust I find myself wearing a jacket in the mornings and evenings. The flower beds and the gardens are playing out, and that little fiend Jack Frost is lurking somewhere in the shadows waiting for his chance to spoil my mornings.

  • Sept. 17, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • Mowing appears to be one of America’s great pastimes. Any day of fine weather will bring battalions of lawn tractors, push mowers and weed eaters to the front lines to do battle upon unruly grass. My husband is no exception; and lately, me.
    The Navy marked my husband in an indelible manner. If his hair has the temerity to grow an inch he whips out the clippers and puts it back in its place. Woe betide the stray tuft that dares to grow beyond its fellows. After a thorough inspection the rebellious lock meets its doom at the merciless blades of the clippers.

  • The other day I found an old, yellowed and brittle newspaper cartoon that I had cut out and saved.
    Dated from 1987, it’s a drawing of a woman sitting in a wing-back chair holding her knees with her feet tucked underneath her.
    The caption reads: “This year’s Irrational Fears Grand Champion worries, from her home in Madison, Wisconsin, about being caught up in a deadly lava flow.”

  • Sept. 3, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • Betta fish, also known as Siamese fighting fish, are the pugilists of the fish keeping world. The Betta is a small creature with elaborate, filmy fins that float around their owner like silk.
    The Betta comes in a variety of jewel tones. Like snowflakes and fingerprints, no two are ever alike. These tiny treasures are indeed a masterpiece of creation.

  • Last week my husband and I took a short trip to Winter Garden, a town not too far from Orlando.
    We went to the historic downtown district with its trendy businesses housed in restored storefronts from as far back as the early 1900s.
    A restaurant we went in was originally Cappleman Brothers Grocery Store, built in 1912.
    As my husband read the menu, I read about the history of the building -- the original brick, the gothic stained glass panels in the front window that came from an old Presbyterian church.

  • Aug. 27, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • Part One
    As much as it pains me, and despite the illusion that my mind insists upon indulging, I find myself thinking and saying things that I never thought I would.
    Statements such as “Back when I was a kid, this was nothing but farmland”,
    “When I was your age my mother couldn’t keep me inside. Now I can’t get you out!”