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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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Treasure
The Fencer calls Tima – The Terrorist. He is not far wrong. Daisy is starting to settle down and Poppy is beginning to look like a proper pig. We worked on the fencing Across the Way at the Big Barn yesterday. Unearthing old gateways. And treasure – a beautiful old water pump. (see header image) Returning…
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Doors
Doors to the chook house can get left open (probably by me actually) ..and doors to the mind can get left open too. And my international visitor is teaching me ever so gently that language is just another door that needs to be left open. Sign language and mime are powerful tools. Today is Berit’s…
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Did I Forget something?
Above and below is Minouchki being beautiful. Yesterday, the kittens worked in the garden alongside Tima, Grace,Marmalade, Berrit and the dogs. They were very helpful. They had a lovely day! Though I was troubled. All day as I indulged in a day of weeding and gardening, I could not help cycling through the animals on…
The Kitchen's Garden 