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Rain on a Tin Roof
Such a sweet, sweet sound. Especially after months without much rain at all. And all the corn is out. The harvesters are finished. So the rain came at the right time for our fields. Tima and Wai are free again! Tima. Such a dear when she is not bossing Wai around. They need distance those…
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Thank You
Thank You. Once again you hauled me back from the brink – by 10am. So thank you – For yesterday’s outpouring of support and kindness. I thought I had lost so many of you but you are still here and for this I thank you a thousand times. (They say if you do a thing…
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The air itself was loud yesterday
With big machines racing through the fields and a high, hot Southerly wind, yesterday was loud. The dust from the harvest was whipping around me as I worked. The rain in the forecast came to nothing. I feel disconsolate today. While my engagement numbers continue to rise on Substack with one newsletter a week, and…
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Dawn Corn Harvest
At dawn. Probably figuring we were already awake anyway. And they were right. The combine harvesters began to strip our fields of the organic corn. Organic or not it is still a monster machine. I was not ready for him to start that early so the shots were taken on the fly. Very soon –…
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But It is my Duty to Escape! 🐖
This is not Colditz. Yet these piggies feel duty bound to attempt an escape at every moment. Today I will work on their backyard. They are very forceful and use their bodies as battering rams to get where they want to be which is OUT then just as forcefully back IN. Anywhere that there is…
