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September 23, 2015

WelcomeFall


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Published on September 23, 2015 04:00

September 21, 2015

Abigail's Pot Pie


My love of chicken pot pie is world renowned. Give a girl a fluffy crust over delicious vegetables and you have a friend for life.
Winter will soon howl in and my appetite for pot pie will kick off into high gear like football season. Soon yummy delicious swirls of chicken pot pie will dance upon my palette as a horn of plenty descends filled with chicken pot pie.
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Published on September 21, 2015 01:00

September 20, 2015

The Anxious Leaf-From The Child's Story Garden

 The Anxious LeafOnce upon a time a little leaf was heard to sigh and cry, as leaves often do when a gentle wind is about. And the twig said, "What is the matter, little leaf?" And the leaf said, "The wind just told me that one day it would pull me off and throw me down to die on the ground!"The twig told it to the branch on which it grew, and the branch told it to the tree. And when the tree heard it, it rustled all over, and sent back word to the leaf, "Do not be afraid. Hold on tightly, and you shall not go till you want to."And so the leaf stopped sighing, but went on nestling and singing. Every time the tree shook itself and stirred up all its leaves, the branches shook themselves, and the little twig shook itself, and the little leaf danced up and down merrily, as if nothing could ever pull it off. And so it grew all summer long, till October.And when the bright days of autumn came the little leaf saw all the leaves around becoming very beautiful. Some were yellow and some scarlet, and some striped with both colors. Then it asked the tree what it meant. And the tree said, "All these leaves are getting ready to fly away, and they have put on these beautiful colors because of joy."Then the little leaf began to want to go, too, and grew very beautiful in thinking of it, and when it was very gay in color it saw that the branches of the tree had no bright color in them, and so the leaf said, "O branches! why are you lead-color and we golden?""We must keep on our work-clothes, for our life is not done - but your clothes are for holiday, because your tasks are over," said the branches.Just then a little puff of wind came, and the leaf let go, without thinking of it, and the wind took it up and turned it over and over, and whirled it like a spark of fire in the air, and then it dropped gently down under the edge of the fence, among hundreds of leaves, and fell into a dream, and it never waked up to tell what it dreamed about.The Anxious Leaf-From The Child's Story Garden
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Published on September 20, 2015 08:54

September 19, 2015

Abigails Fall Perfection


 Fall  
Beautiful perfection just as you are
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Published on September 19, 2015 01:00

September 18, 2015

Abigails Chronicles of The Lone Wolf.


  She stood at the edge of dawn watching, waiting, praying that the crest of the moon would show.  The night was hers. She owed her soul to the night. Della called on the wind to blow and cover whispers of the night that were commanding her to run. Rubbing her shoulders she turned and sat down. The solace of the night wrapped around her and made her warm.  She could almost hear the trees roaring in agony as the ice and snow became one with the branches weighing them down and tormenting there delicate limbs almost breaking them.   Howling as loud as she could she cried out in to the dark. When no answer came she walking back inside the cabin and closed the door. Tonight she would rest. Tomorrow she would fight.She was the lone wolf.  
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Published on September 18, 2015 01:00

September 17, 2015

Abigail's Beauty


Beauty that maddens the soul like wine
Beautiful like Spring’s first rose
Welcoming like a summer breeze
A smile as radiant as a thousand suns
Flawless like a polished diamond
Beauty as rare as a blue rose
Bewitching beauty that passes like a breath
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Published on September 17, 2015 01:00

September 16, 2015

Abigail's Pizza Night


 I love Deep Dish Chicago Pizza, and I just found the perfect recipe on Chew Out Loud.   While I am not a fan of peperone,  mozzarella, Italian sausage Canadian bacon, hamburger and parmesan cheese delight me to no end.   Now that I can make my own, I look forward to cold winter nights on the patio making homemade deep dish pizza in my stone oven.
Abby
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Published on September 16, 2015 01:00

September 15, 2015

Abigail's Night


It’s Sunday Morning only moments before the break of down and I am up with a cup of steaming hot chocolate. The crest of the moon is almost floating above the trees preparing to descend and say goodnight. I love the twinkle of night before the dawn. The beauty of the moment never fails to release a sigh of contentment.
I often wonder in the early hours before day break if the night calls to me. I can almost hear my name being whispered on the lips of the night. It a soft whisper that roars and demands I unleash myself and run free of the chains of the forthcoming day.
If only I could run free into the night and rejuvenate my fleeting powers. Sipping my hot chocolate I smile answering the call of the night.
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Published on September 15, 2015 01:00

September 14, 2015

Abigail's Slice Of Cake

Toffee Pecan Bundt Cake with Caramel Drizzle? Yep, that’s what’s for dinner when you’re a cranky bear.
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Published on September 14, 2015 01:00

September 13, 2015

Abigail's Cute Days

 
I have them. All women have them. Cute Days.  These are the days when you looking so cute and fierce the air around you crackles with electricity. It’s like you walking on air. I love those days.
Cute days are a woman’s treasure. She can do no wrong. These are the days your soul smiles and you wink at the cute guy in the store. I love my cute days.
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Published on September 13, 2015 01:00

Chasing Abigail

Abigail-Madison Chase
A 20 something (ok, 40somthing) neurotic mom of two. Blogs her way through Indie Publishing.
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