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Farewell to a great American storyteller

I typically take this space to write about my walks with Olive, my blind dog, and we have been walking, though we haven’t stopped at the dog park. We walk around it these days. I have done okay adjusting. I have more than enough work to keep me busy and, when I have a minute, I bake something. Baking is therapy in my book. I feel better when I have made something that my family can eat. Still, this space is not devoted to walks or baking this time. I want to take a minute to remember John Prine.

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Books are for reading, not eating–and there are books to be found in Lyons

Lyons is a book town for sure. I think the first tiny library I noticed on our walks was the one outside Lyons Valley Village. I can’t pass it without taking a glance inside. When I started walking with my friend up Old St. Vrain Road, I found one there and once, just after getting a new sewing machine for Christmas. Stashed in the library was a book on sewing. The newest addition to the Little Free Libraries that Olive and I pass frequently is the one by the Rocky Mountain Botanic Gardens, which houses books largely focused on gardening and the outdoors.