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Puzzles and Patterns
As we slowly slide up and down the temperature scale, wandering through another wintery season of inclement weather reminiscent of the 70’s when I lived here last. I am struck by how much easier life is when you allow the inevitable flux of patterns and puzzles and allow Time herself a voice in your daily…
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They’re waiting for Godot
“Let’s go.” “We can’t.” “Why not?” “We’re waiting for Godot.” Samuel Becket. Waiting for Godot. The barn flock have been rehearsing these lines all winter. Well, since the freeze anyway. Waiting. When I find another peacock for the hens maybe I should call him Godot. I have another favourite line from this play. (I have…
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Bees and Bees and Baby Bumps
So much good news. I was clearing the bees doorway yesterday afternoon. It was above freezing and such a beautiful day without a breath of wind. I put my ear to the beehive and there they were, making their disapproval known with a deep far away baseball cheer of buzzing. Good bees. Later in the…
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Light Sun. Sunlight
The sun poured all over the little farm and all her creatures yesterday. Molten golden light of sun. The house warmed right up. Ah, we all said, who cares about the house?.. and stayed outside too long. Making tracks to and fro in the snow. Chatting. Sheila was being very vocal yesterday. Quite the Queen.…
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A drop. A Promise.
We are surrounded in white on white, cold on cold, the hunch and squeak of boots on packed snow beginning to sound like fingernails on a black-board made for chalk. The night before last was -11 (-23C), last night was -21( -30C). As I write just before dawn the temperature continues on its toboggan…
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