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Bright White Waxing Gibbous
I had trouble coming inside last night. The moon, though only at half strength, was washing the land in silver. And it was the perfect temperature for a walk. It was dusk when we started off but soon the fake lights were shining on the horizon, competing with the stars. We finished by walking back…
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The only way to Start is to Begin.
My writing is not going too well. There are too many changes of location in my day. But I keep restarting. And I keep beginning. Writing needs a rhythm and short stories written for a podcast are all about the words a writer does not use, so first I need to get all the words…
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Lowering the Light
The season is slowly lowering her light. Casting her shadows longer and further. Autumnal shades of gold are creeping in around the edges: Today I start editing the text for this week’s podcast on SubStack. Podcast on Sunday. Farm Sounds on Wednesday. So the words here will be fewer today as this week’s story is…
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Trading in the Old Phone
I said thank you so much to my old phone and traded her in without a qualm. When I was working at the mill I had a bit more money. And I bought a decent phone. Mainly for the ability to take a decent image with my phone. Then a few weeks ago I came…
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Green Waters
I got some pond weed and put it in one of the white chickens water bowls to see if they might eat the weed as extra nutrition. Every experiment needs a control. And the chickens preferred the control. The green water was roundly rejected. the clean water was drunk up. The white chickens preferred the…
The Kitchen's Garden 