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You need a dog to get you to go out when the weather's rough. I went out this a.m. for a little hike with our dog pulling me along. He's pretty good for a dog, but headstrong, and we have different tastes. I like to look at things like Winterberry and Bittersweet. The dog likes to sniff out whatever invisible things passed through there before.
I once tried transplanting some winterberry that I'd extracted from a swamp. It didn't work. Bittersweet's much easier but it becomes a pest and can strangle a tree....or a person if you stand there long enough. You've got to keep cutting them back.
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The snow was blasting for quite awhile. Everything was still and quiet. I didn't pass one car when I hit the highway. I cut back into the woods; unfortunately, I didn't have my boots and kept sliding around when I had to do some climbing. By the time the snow started to pile up I was only a mile from home. I laughed to myself, thinking about those old Jack London novels.
But there up ahead, I saw our mailbox. Or somebody else's.
