Tag: music in the fields
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The Rustle of a Rain Shower
The stillness of approaching weather sat about little farm yesterday. The clouds had slowly lowered about our heads like a tin lid, amplifying all the darkening sounds and tricking the crickets into early song. The birds gathered in heavy trees and went quiet. The big animals ate as fast as they could. Filling their bellies…
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Look at that! No, don’t look, listen.
I had nothing. Yesterday passed with glorious nothingness. Camera House resting up. Though I did have a piglet chewing on a bone that some stupid dog had buried in the straw. He was happy, I let him chew. He just carried it around with him. Should I give all the pigs bones? Like dogs? Is…
The Kitchen's Garden 