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February 1, 2013

Second-hand Barbie made me do it!

It was way too cold to take children outside yesterday. We need to invent a new weather term for when the wind has nasty hard crystals of snow in it. Not snow that gathers, or drops prettily, just white driving snow that whips through on its way to somewhere else, like a transient doggard mean-spirited…

January 31, 2013

Look who’s back!

Mia: Who? What? What’s going on? Why is it so dark in here? Mama: Mia let your eyes adjust to the barn. Slow down. Now, who’s here? Are the little people back? Meadow: Is it the little people? Mia: Daisy has one. Minty:What? Mama: Don’t say What – its rude. Minty: Well what am I…

January 30, 2013

Hiding out from the Rain and the Story of Daisy’s name

And then it poured! Isn’t this grand, I said to the animals as they stood at their doors watching the rain come down. Sometimes on rainy days we tell each other stories. Daisy wanted to know why she had been called Daisy. It all started with a rainy day I said to Daisy. With the…

January 29, 2013

Now you see me, now you don’t

As the temperature rose yesterday the earth exhaled a blanket of cloudy breath dripping with whispers. I took you for a wee walk down my road. Now, turn your head from this moonscape, look out to the West, can you see the farmy? Take twenty more steps… Look again and we see nothing but mist.…

January 28, 2013

Rain and Ice, Ice and Rain

Yesterday, tiny crystals of cold jaggedy ice rained down out of the sky, clattering through the trees and onto the ground, tinkling like the harnesses of a hundred prancing celestial horses. It was a curious sound. As they fell they packed into each other like sharp gravel, like rock salt on a fish. Then as…

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