Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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The Culprit
No, not Aunty Del she is still a good wee heifer. Still not sure if she is pregnant though. No, yesterday morning I had a full tray of broccoli seedlings. Megan noted that they were all coming up when she watered them in the glass house in the morning. By yesterday afternoon there were only a couple…
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A Lovely Life
Oh, of course it has its ups and downs but today was a lovely life, with my hard working friends and badly behaved piglets. At the table I asked what the favourite parts of their days were. Megan said it was feeding the baby cow and Hugo said (predictably) Mowing. I made my first batch…
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“If in Doubt ..
… leave it Out.” That is what my Dad used to say and it holds true every single time. For me at least. Doubt is often a warning. “Think a little more.” Doubt says. “Maybe you should say, No.” Doubt says. NO is an important word. And we should use it more often. Gently but…
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Sunday Light.
Geraldine has forgiven me. A little bit. But is still giving me a look as she breezes past. Hugo got a wee fright when he was sitting in the garden and Geraldine flew up from behind and landed on his shoulder – he walked around for a while with her there before she flew off. It is…
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Minds Change`
” A picture becomes a painting when it is Framed. A story becomes a legend when it is Told. “ cecilia buys-wheeler gunther. That is what I wrote on the blackboard yesterday. But what I should have written was “It’s OK to change your mind.” cecilia buys-wheeler gunther. Because it is! It is OK. I had this…
