Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Bleak.
That is the only word I have for the news this morning. Bleak. One man’s meat is another man’s poison. This feels very true this morning, too. I get that we cannot possibly all agree. Politics is super charged with emotion here. Dangerous territory. I know. I keep taking my hands off the keyboard to…
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Thankful I am not a flower caught in a marketing funnel
I am grateful for chrysanthemums. and sorry for them too. And thankful I am not one. Though I have no chrysanthemums to show you. Because I refuse to succumb to the marketing that tricks me to only buying them in the autumn when it is too late to plant them. The chrysanthemum are forced to…
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A Thanksgiving Calendar for November
Today I am taking the matriarch to the dentist to get her six teeth cleaned. They called with a cancellation appt or she would have had to wait until April. Dentists are busy I guess. And as a life long smoker she does not have many teeth left. So I am grateful we could get…
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White Rabbit, White Rabbit, Green
Pinch and a Punch for the First of the Month. In the playgrounds of my youth. On the first of the month. As we first came through the gates in the morning. Walking across the field. Swinging our bags. Even while lining up to file into class, in the early morning air, on the first…
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Tackling Farm Tasks in a Gale
These pictures look calm. Right? They may look calm but yesterday as we tackled the odd jobs around the farm we worked in loud gale force winds. So loud R and I were shouting to each other so we could be heard. We cleaned out the stock trailer. So naturally Tima lay in the doorway…
The Kitchen's Garden 