Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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TECHNICOLOR
I wanted this mornings title to be RIOTS OF COLOUR but there was no riot. Yesterday proceeded with business and purpose and NOISE but most of all – calm. The opposite of riot. But the colour is launching itself into the remnants of our sepia winter with thoughtless riot-like explosiveness. And I am glad.
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THE THREE TIA’S
My friend John from Chicago has many Aunties called Zia (Tia means Aunty in Spanish) and his favorite (though he has other favorite Aunties too) has an apple tree here that has just come into blossom. Planted right beside the turkey house. And then I have Tia the heifer. And then there is Aunty Del…
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WIND LIKE A BLOW-TORCH
ALL DAY YESTERDAY and all the day before that the wind blew hard and hot. Like a blow torch. My skin was black with dust and my hay fever was out of control. The storms and rain last night was very welcome. Though Boo jumping onto the bed when the thunder rolled was not so…
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SAD FROZEN ASPARAGUS
THE Asparagus spears keep pushing their heads above ground only to be frozen by the recurring frosts. Last night it was not meant to freeze but once again the temperatures drifted slowly down past a reasonable temperature. Our patch of land is the lowest for miles around so it gathers here. Like gas seeking the…
The Kitchen's Garden 