Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Fluffy Bottomed Mr Flowers
When the Duke of Kupa (my first big peacock) – was sick in that terrible winter – was it 2018? – his tail feathers stopped growing. The Duke died of pneumonia and because it was the middle of the worst winter I ever experienced out here. The ground was frozen solid. As hard as glass.…
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Town and Country
This should be my last morning waking up in my MIL’s house in town. Tonight I will be back in my own bed until something changes. And we all know that things change – slow or fast – they still change. And we only get this one life so I am more than happy to…
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Nocturnal Is Good for the Soul
Imagine if we were meant to be a little awake at night. Just one eye, maybe. Farmers are always a little bit awake – we leap to our feet – well I leap to my feet – at any farmyard sound that is out of place. I have never understood deep unconscious sleep in the…
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Armpits and Insteps
Those hidden spaces on our bodies that work so hard and are shaded from view. I am not going to draw a picture for you – you know what I mean. Your tired body deserves a thank you! For getting you this far. All of you who are working away doing essential stuff that no-one…
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The Moon and Me
Gentle is not soft. Though soft attracts me. The softness of night sounds. The softness of a child’s arms. The softness of a belly. Gentle can be as hard and strong and safe as an arm looped around a shoulder. I had a small child perched on the arm of my chair yesterday evening. To…
The Kitchen's Garden 