Category: Farming
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A Dot on the Horizon
Do you see that Little Dot on the Horizon? It could be a box, or a bag or a bucket blown in the wind but no -That is Tima. Looking back to the house she is This far from home. Searching the fields for that one little forgotton kernel of corn. It took the dogs…
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while miss c slept
(photograph courtesy of Hugo Photographic Productions – he said I looked like a beautiful baby) The turkeys and the cats and the dogs. Waited. It rained all day. I did not mean to go to sleep. It just happened. The fire was burning, everyone was safe and fed but not necessarily dry and no turkeys…
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Autumn Rains
And rains and rains and winds and winds. Though today is just wind. Cold wind. Yesterday evening, in my clown suit and jacket, I opened the gates for the cows to come up and shelter by the barn for the night and they GALLOPED through the fields to get to the trees. Clods of soil flying…
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Journey to Jul
Yesterday the boys Hugo and his brother Jules drove over to the big farm with me to collect walnuts for the pigs. Here are the pictures Hugo took with Camera House as we drove. Life is full of such journeys. Little ones. Good little journeys. No future or past. Just driving there and back. Collecting…
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A French Apartment
“There are wild turkeys out the front of your house,” said the FedEx man, his excitement palpable as he handed over my new crepe pan that Hugo later deemed Too Small. “Not wild” I said. “And that is why I have No Shooting signs up”. “Beautiful.” he said as he threw sticks for the dogs. No…
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