Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Moldy Oldies
Frozen. All day yesterday my world sat like a large silent hesitant animal, softly freezing into place. Shiny and undecided. Waiting. Everything was crunchy with ice. I am leaving these gloves on the clothesline for the whole winter. I am not sure what the experiment is but we can watch them you and I. There was no…
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In-side the cloud
Yesterday the warmth brought a heavy mist and I worked within the cottony echoey warmth of a wet cloud all day. The pigs loved the misty warm weather – they were outside in their field almost all day. The view from the clothes line – everything is gone. This is the view to the North.…
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no more milk
Yes. The milking cows have been milked for the last time and … – loaded up into the old trailer with its new tyre and driven over to the West Barn. We made a bit of a mess of the paths and pastures as the rain had come and the ground had thawed, and gone…
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One of those days
Yesterday morning the big beast, the Hereford steer, walked away and stood all alone in the West Barn separating himself from Carlos and his cows. I smiled. Thank you very much I said and I shut the barn gate on him, gave him extra feed and decided to proceed with the big shift. I had been…
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Bale-ful Looks
TonTon was standing outside watching Tima the Bad be Bad and he was shivering. Poor old Ton very seldom shivers and in fact prefers to be outside but he was shaking all over in the cold. So I called him in and put Boo’s coat on him. Immediately he hunched then sat with a thump…
The Kitchen's Garden 