Category: Life
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Thinking hay
I was up in the hay loft yesterday stacking hay. I grab the strings of a bale with my gloved hands, hefting it and as I drop it into its space I am already looking to see where the next one will be going. So when I swing the bale up off the clatter box it…
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September in pictures
September heaved with tears. And change. Good and dreadful. But it is an important month to commemorate. A vale of tears – a valley – a journey we took together. So, here are my favourite pictures from September. Somehow these got completely out of order, but I know you will forgive me. A girl needs her…
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breakfast in the fog
By myself… because no-one else here is as moved by fog as much as I am, but thats ok. No-one else finds delight in moving amongst the blanket of droplets that remind me of the sea. But thats ok. You see, no-one else here, the people who grew up on the plains, realises that the sounds…
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Eight More sleeps
Then I fly out to California to prepare for the jump over the ditch to New Zealand. I will stay the night in L.A. – before I fly out. I often feel like a diver decompresssing up into the world. If I do it slowly my blood will not bubble. I have to ease my way back…
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Fallen clothing
It is the time of year when I start the day wearing a few extra layers. No, you are not going to talk me into using the F word quite yet but there is a wee chill in the air when the dogs and I set out to walk both farms. So I wear all…
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