Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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The Stage Called Sky
Mauve is not my favorite colour but what colour would best describe this sunset. I would love to have taken you all out to sit in the field with Boo and Tima and me and a glass of wine and watch this evening show. As soon as my dead cat arrives I will. ( My…
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Mud Mud Mud and a Tomato
Do you want to see some mud says FreeBeeI’ll show you some mud. Freebie is very, very well. I still can’t quite work out why he spent two days in bed. Maybe it was just the cold? The mud is only going to get worse – I suspect we are looking at another wet winter-…
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All Except One
Chickens are not kind. They do peck each other. I found one pecking at Wai the other day – to my horror- his skin is fragile enough. But this chook had half her side torn off by her flock of white chickens. Basically skinned. It has healed somewhat but all the feathers are gone from…
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Write like a Mother; it’s a Real Job
When I am writing I often struggle with where to begin. What words to use to capture your attention. Finding the words, that will literally launch an essay, is a struggle sometimes. Often I simply start in the middle (like human relationships we often start our sentences mid-thought) then track back. This is not the…
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Pigs get to go back to bed on rainy days
We had steady rain all night. So much rain that I actually sat up and recorded it for tonight’s SubStack SoundScape. So, be ready to close your eyes for that; coming out at 5pm. The sound of rain on a tin roof. But nothing to see. All dark. As you would expect at 2 in…
The Kitchen's Garden 