In the night it snowed and blowed but that is not the worst of it.
After John and I had attended to some business in a nearby town we headed home to scoop the poop.
The sky spent the day in the same heavy dirty white of the earth. The horizon defined by barely melting snow soil. It was eerie with stillness.
ALEX and her daughter go to their new home on the 10th of this month. December already! In fact December 2nd. I am away on my travels in 15 sleeps. FIFTEEN!
That’s all I’ve got. One little fat pig who looks like a topographical map of the world and his rooster. And often I have a plethora of images, though plethora – with its bloody connotations – might not be the perfect word. Surfeit –…
When my mother was ‘feeling bloody’ she meant feeling bloody determined. Written earlier in the morning: “Well, my usual driver is unable to drive the trailer for me today so I am going to have to Man Up and hook up the stock trailer…
Yesterday was hot again. Summer hat and sunscreen hot. But today is promising a cool, cloudy slow drift down from the Gypsy Summer heat and freedom for the new Brown Bobby.