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Old birds Both
Sourdough starter is so forgiving. Especially Godzilla. But I have never tried to revive such an old jar of it before. But here we go. I often leave a jar of sourdough starter in the back of the fridge for emergencies. If my current sourdough starter dies or I need more than usual – something…
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Quiet Farm Syndrome
Suddenly there is a whole lot of not very much to do. And I keep panicking! What have I forgotten I say to myself? The barn has become a retirement home for chickens. Everywhere I look there are old hens sitting about with their ancient roosters lamenting that all the feed is in barrels with…
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Life jackets on my Lovelies
I spent a lot of yesterday in intentional thought. Thinking on purpose is a whole new level of thinking. Like you – I have a lot of thoughts. But I marshaled them. Set them up in a line on the beach. Gave them a little boat each and rowed around with each thought for a…
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Bleak.
That is the only word I have for the news this morning. Bleak. One man’s meat is another man’s poison. This feels very true this morning, too. I get that we cannot possibly all agree. Politics is super charged with emotion here. Dangerous territory. I know. I keep taking my hands off the keyboard to…
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Thankful I am not a flower caught in a marketing funnel
I am grateful for chrysanthemums. and sorry for them too. And thankful I am not one. Though I have no chrysanthemums to show you. Because I refuse to succumb to the marketing that tricks me to only buying them in the autumn when it is too late to plant them. The chrysanthemum are forced to…
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