Category: Stories
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The boy, the Tree and the Fence
Summer feet smell different. Sturdier, rugged, a shiny honest dirt smell. At the start of summer we inch and pick our way in bare feet across the stones to the sand. By the late summer we stream barefoot across the carpark, through the beach weeds, over the gravel and through the hot sand to the…
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Some little stories for you because The Kitchens Garden blog is celebrating a year of Blogging
Today is the Fourth of July, 2012. The Kitchens Garden and its Farmy has been on the internet, blogging about day to day growing, cooking and farming in a sustainable manner, using organic methods for ONE YEAR! THE CROWD ROARS! (If you open your mouth like a lion roaring, then whisper the roar you will…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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The Story of The Day I met Mama the Sheep
The day I met Mama the Sheep, it was a cold clear January morning. A man had called me and said he had sheep to sell, did I want a few. So we hitched the rusty stock trailer to the red truck and went North. The fancy new subdivision on the outskirts of Chicago was…
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Banty the Bantam Rooster
Did I tell you about my mother’s rock gardens? I think I did. At the big house on the beach. You will remember that Dad said he would place a rock once then shift it once, then he was done. My Mother loved rocks. Well, the rock garden outside the backdoor had the special rocks…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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So, one day we put on a play
The basketball hit the fluourescent light bulb the very moment I stepped through the classroom door, as the new drama teacher. Glass confetti tinkling to my feet. Slightly alarmed I stood my ground as two tall teenage rugby players rushed me, dodging at the very last minute to either side and blew straight past. They…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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