Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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The Ride
When riding on the truck BooBoo stands on the deck, with his feet up on the sides, hanging his head forward as far as he can so his head is almost parallel with mine as I drive. He keeps one eye on the road and one eye on me. TonTon always sits down behind the…
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Inclement
The wind yesterday was wild. Hair raising actually. We have a few branches down nothing too dramatic but the clouds were incredible. They were moving very fast going from this – to this. Within a few hours. This cloud was the pre-curser to a nasty little squall. The whole sky went dark, screaming wind, hard…
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Dear Old Friend,
8.53 pm. Tuesday night (NOT Wednesday night! hard to remember what day it is sometimes!) Dear old Friend, I am laughing at myself! Fifteen minutes ago I was reading your email – my brain turned off – La La La I was humming, sleepy, sitting in my chair, cup of tea, dishes draining from dinner and writing…
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The Eyes of a Toad
Look who introduced himself to me in the glasshouse yesterday. A Glasshouse Toad with very determined eyes. I left him in there – the cold is coming back soon and he has come out of his hibernation – better he stays in the glasshouse and hunts for bugs in there until it warms up for good. I brought…
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Going Green
The word Green stands for so many different things. Environmentally friendly. The greenies. Marijuana. The Green Party (hey NZ – are they still there?). Green as in innocent or un-knowing. Little Green Men. Green as in envious. Green Tea. For me: Green means – well – GREEN – as in the colour. Yesterday it rained with a high of…
The Kitchen's Garden 