Category: Life
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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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To begin
For the first hour and a bit of my journey to Chicago I drive up to a station called University Park. There I leave the car. The second half of my journey to Chicago is on the Metra. The Metra. A train designed to move as many people as possible from where they were to where…
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Gone off
Boo is handling security. Jake is handling lunch. Ton will watch the cows. Sheila is head pig. And Geraldine promises to keep the turkeys off the porch. Love c
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Chapa Bread
After a weekend of feasting with new friends, yesterday I was treated to a visit from two old friends. They have been here before. So there was no need for nervous cleaning or shining. It was a very relaxed few hours. And a perfect day to make chapa bread and an omelette for lunch. Here is BooBoo on…
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The quiet feathers
After I dropped Hugo and his family at the railway station to begin their journey to Chicago, I drove all the way home to the farm again in an empty car. When I got home I stood in the drive and the silence was almost crushing. I went inside to see if the silence was the same in…
The Kitchen's Garden 