Tall Tales from Kansas
My name is Carol. I live in Kansas. I write about stuff that happens to me as I walk through the world. Most of it is true.
Category: Lawrence
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See that heirloom tomato there? The one third from the front on the bottom? It’s a cherokee purple and this morning it got sliced up and eaten atop some of the French sandwich bread that was toasted and buttered, all with a fried egg on top. Nothing beats it. A few grinds of pepper and…
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Oh the delight of standing in front of a truckload of watermelons, trying to pick the most perfect one, knowing when you get home you will sit on the porch and with the help of your sister, cut this baby open and commence to munching on dripping wedges then spitting seeds, seeing who will win…
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Seriously cute family Saturday morning at the farmers market. I was immediately drawn to the little girl with all her jewelry, holding a butterfly on a wire, and her own purse that I am sure had some “mad money” in it. A girl should NEVER be without mad money squirreled away somewhere. That is what…
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Before the first snow of the season, I managed to squeeze in one more good walk out at Clinton lake. It was glorious. Foggy, moist, full of the aroma of decomposing leaves, cool but not of the type requiring a heavy coat. In other words, some of my favorite conditions for walking. It was a…
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Howdy from Lawrence, where the trees have suddenly decided to do their thing. Amazing what a little sunshine will do to sharpen up the fall color. . I took these photos while on a drive through old west Lawrence earlier in the week. It was one of those drive, pull over, jump out, snap snap…
Tall Tales from Kansas 