Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Sell me Your Dreams.
If I am allowed to wake naturally, I wake at dawn. No matter when the dawn is. Always a dream is with me. Like a mist. A diaphanous fabric of colour and movement and air and dreams. Do you wake up like that? I rise fast and often write down as much as I can…
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Scenes while Mowing
Our old mower is so loud and so old and so wonky that it is a wrestling match to get mowing done. But I cleaned up the pathways between the asparagus beds. (There is a little asparagus coming up but still not much – too cold yet). The ducks are curiously unfazed by the mower.…
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What is Your First Childhood Memory?
I have been thinking a lot about memories lately. With all the new writing I am doing. All my life I have believed my first childhood memory to be two linked moments when I was in a push chair looking at outdoor fresh water fish in a tank at a neighbours house. Our neighbour on…
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The Hen-House Doors open to the Great Outdoors.
I let the chickens out in to the wilding field yesterday evening. We are safe from the rooster threat now. A few roosters went to one place and a few roosters went to another place (to introduce new characteristics to the gene pools of other flocks), so now there are only 5 roosters left on…
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The Re-Wilding of a Farm Field
We have a lot of wild areas out here in this corner of the prairie. I used to call them my faerie gardens but really they are just wild and out of control. I have no time for formal gardens that I cannot eat. I guess I garden with trees. Re-wilding is a way to…
The Kitchen's Garden 