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Nancy’s challenging us to show something edible this week and although I love her choice of berries (a favorite of mine as well), I also love bread.  In a world filled with no-carb diets, I crave them.  Pasta is another of my choices. I saw these beautiful loaves at a French farmer’s market. They beg for a bit of cheese or some Normandy butter and a lovely glass of red.

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“Against the Odds” is the theme for this week’s challenge and I think you’re unlikely to find a crossing sign like this very often.  Yes, all of these were present in the area where the narrow French road twisted through a small farm. Looks a bit like a fairy tale illustration to me or a child-as-Pied-Piper sign.

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As much as I enjoy winter, preferably with snow rather than the rain we’ve gotten recently, a hit of color now and then brightens the spirits. Hence, I offer you this as a cheerful response to Sally’s on-going challenge to us to take photos with non-traditional cameras, in this case, an iPhone 5s.

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.
~Wendell Berry

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Bright reds – scarlet, pillar-box red, crimson or cherry – are very cheerful and youthful. There is certainly a red for everyone.
~Christian Dior

“Solitude”.  It’s not just for humans.

Originally published on July 12, 2012, this story is based on a man we often see on our walks around the small lake only a few blocks from our house, fact presented as fiction in 100 words.

Lakeside for our evening walk, we see him in the garden, engendering life, whatever the weather.  His garden is verdant: deep green leaves, fruits and vegetables of varying hues, brilliant flowers.  A radio sometimes  shatters the silence (whether he’s nearby or not—perhaps to keep away birds.)  We attempt a  compliment, but he speaks no English.  “Beautiful garden”, accompanied by an expressive gesture including the whole.  He smiles; we smile.  He sounds eastern European, lives with his daughter and her husband, wrapped in his lack of English, speaking through his garden and the trellised grapevines that shelter and surround it.

I have for you today a triad, a group of three, especially of three closely related persons or things. These three are, of course, all doors.  After all, this is Thursday Doors.  They all have a history. They all have beauty.  Yet they are disparate as well.  One can be found in in a small town, one in one of the largest cities in the US, one in Midwest farm country.  One is unusual, one elegant, one close to my heart.  One lives in a Nebraska B&B, producing heat.  One shivers in Chicago winters, fronting an historic, new-Gothic building housing a variety of media outlets and several restaurants.  One has seen better days, the only building left of a family farm in Nebraska.  Let’s take a closer look.

I love the shape of this stove and the little details: the Presidential profile and the handle.

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