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Fog Daze
The fog is so thick in the early mornings that the grass is heavy with wet. When I breathe in the nefarious dripping air it leaves a strange burnt sensation in my throat, a thickening, like I want to cough but can’t. It lingers. However it warmed up in the afternoon. It does not take much heat to send Sheila my…
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Shadow Play
In the garden, as in life, shadows hold equal value to light. Especially hard summer light filtered by strong shadows. This is a perfect blend for me. Too much shade is a problem for a vegetable garden but no shade at all bleaches out a flower garden. (Though I use the term flower garden very…
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Misty
The old people (and my neighbours who are not old at all) say that for “For every fog in August, there will be a snowfall in the winter.” Though this saying does not rhyme so I am not sure I trust it. and “If a cold August follows a hot July, it foretells a winter hard…
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L’air …
Yesterday the air felt dense. Not hot and not cold, just full and thick. The clouds stayed low, heavy, old, bosomy. Like flat pillows. There was no wind and little sound. Even the birds were quiet. The night crickets played their instrumental feet softly as though the night was nigh – all day their orchestra played. The day…
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Sometimes a Little
We are still fencing. The Fencer and I. Missing Berit. Gracie has the weekend off so she went shopping with The Matriarch so they could work some more on improving her English. (Grace’s objective is to improve her spoken English in preparation for studying in Wisconsin soon.) So Boo, The Fencer and I spent all…
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