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Upstairs, Downstairs
Nelson the Wescue Wabbit who has been living in the upstairs of her outside rabbit hutch, like a posh rabbit, has discovered the downstairs. Yesterday she joyfully leapt up and down the ramp showing off her newfound freedom. She has joined the rabble! Her food and water are still upstairs so it is super easy…
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Writing with Soap in the Shower.
The best ideas come to me in the shower. My mind is on a pause and all the little searches I have launched during the last few hours suddenly get busy and bring me answers. So I write myself notes on the shower walls. This may look like an utter failure when I go back…
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Too much for a Title with a hook. Gotta read it!
There was dramatic drama yesterday and a delightful delivery. Let’s begin with the delightful delivery. New calves. These two bobbies are so quiet. We brought them back from a big noisy place so they are probably quite shocked at the warm straw and old barn and relative peace of The Farmy. Angus cross. They quickly…
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Sell me Your Dreams.
If I am allowed to wake naturally, I wake at dawn. No matter when the dawn is. Always a dream is with me. Like a mist. A diaphanous fabric of colour and movement and air and dreams. Do you wake up like that? I rise fast and often write down as much as I can…
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Scenes while Mowing
Our old mower is so loud and so old and so wonky that it is a wrestling match to get mowing done. But I cleaned up the pathways between the asparagus beds. (There is a little asparagus coming up but still not much – too cold yet). The ducks are curiously unfazed by the mower.…
The Kitchen's Garden 