Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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I lost my clothes
This is the time of year when your day starts cold so you eat a hot breakfast, dress for the weather and go outside and then later in the morning, and layer at a time, you peel off your clothing leaving little pools of discarded colour like a trail of breadcrumbs to follow back home. Then later…
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Once a week
Once a week we are looking at this patch of ground – top sown with my special pasture cocktail. Watching the grass grow. I am excited. The pasture not so much. In case you cannot see the whole of the picture in your header, and after all who can see the whole picture in many…
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I don’t know the title today
The thing with disappointment is that you just have to swallow and deal with it. I think the actual swallow is pretty important to this process. Like a pause. A stand on the one foot. The stillness. The re-evaluation- once again- after all this time, seeing for sure that your plans were for naught. Poppy…
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In Toad Hall
Yesterday I was driving to the little store to buy some cheese and milk (I can’t wait until I don’t need to do that anymore) and my car stopped. Dead. Dead. Stopped. It would not start again. So the dogs and I turned around and walked home. The car had Run out of gas evidently. oops.…
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Lady Astor
Yesterday we worked hard at getting Poppy’s farrowing quarters ready just in case. Though I seriously think she will be going to her third date which is May 17. And while we were working hard in the barn I kept getting glimpses of Lady Astor. Her behaviour was different yesterday. She was swishing her tail a lot,…
The Kitchen's Garden 