Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Flux
Half way to somewhere. In transit. Betwixt and between. When I travel between where I have been and where I am going, I descend into a deeply organised stream of consciousness kind of existence that has no tether. I seldom speak now except to thank the air hostess as I glide off the plane, my…
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Bye Bye Miss c
“It’s alright miss c. I’ve got everything under control. We are going to be making halloween costumes while you are gone. Now off you go. You have a plane to catch. Poppy and I can manage.” “Thank you Timatanga Moana. I feel so much better knowing you and Poppy are in charge. ” Love your friend…
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Steaming full ahead
I am not behind yet, but I am definitely at Full Steam. Ahead. The skies have cleared after a few days of rugged weather. A little taste of winter. I am even wearing my carhart jacket again – broken zip and all – inside. The chimney needs cleaning before we can light fires. As I write…
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Kunekune boar
Maybe this wee boarfriend for Tima? I have just heard that we can buy him. I would love to have him. This little kunekune boar is beautifully bred. This is a shot of him when he was a baby (supplied by Lori Enright his breeder) and above with his sister when he was a bit…
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Thinking hay
I was up in the hay loft yesterday stacking hay. I grab the strings of a bale with my gloved hands, hefting it and as I drop it into its space I am already looking to see where the next one will be going. So when I swing the bale up off the clatter box it…
The Kitchen's Garden 