Today is Silent Sunday. For three and a half years, on Sunday, I’ve offered a silent post of just my own photographs. No words, although sometimes a caption. You can search my other Silent Sunday posts by just using those terms. All photographs are copyrighted by me, Carol Labuzzetta, whether watermarked or not. There is…
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Poetry Friday: Present in a Walk
Walking through the woods newly covered in a thick white blanket. Branches laden with layers not yet sewn Onto the forest floor. I feel cold air cut my face near my cheeks which seem permanently fixed with my smiling expression. Down a steep hill, we will have to later ascend, Out onto the lake bed…
Silent Sunday: Six Months of Food
Rotary Lights Along the Mississippi River
I was going to save this post for Silent Sunday but decided not to wait. I don’t know what else to write about today, and furthermore, there is a story here besides the beauty of the lights. For 26 years Riverside Park in La Crosse Wisconsin has been lit up by millions of tiny Christmas…
O’ that Tannenbaum Decorating
Today, I’m finishing the decorations on our third Christmas tree. I got out the decorations early last week, and early is the key word here. I usually do not decorate until the second week in December. In truth, some years were later than that. But, whether we were here or vacationing for the holiday, as…
Silent Sunday: Silly Dog
Silent Sunday: Fall Foliage
Part I: Harvesting our Apples
Today is a day we wait for all year! Today is the day we will pick our apples! We’re a little late this year, by about a week, but the time has come. The weather is mild, partly sunny, and calm with a temperature in the low 70’s. By mid-morning, my husband had cleaned our…
Slice of Life Tuesday: The Down Side of Raising Monarchs
This summer was like any other summer with respect to my plans to raise more monarch butterflies. It’s a hobby that has kept me occupied for the last seventeen summers. Starting in 2002, raising monarchs has been part of each breeding season. In addition to creating habitat in our yards (2) and school yards (numerous),…
The Woods
How do you feel when you walk through the woods? Do you feel anxious and scared or do you feel relaxed and inspired? The woods have long been a favorite place for me. In childhood, my sister and I built forts in the woods and fields behind our house. We joined our local neighborhood friends…









