Clouds can be so pretty and songful and worthy of guessing games – but not these clouds. These clouds are like a blanket of white grey from horizon to horizon- the colour of snow – a lid that is closed, ephemeral and full of… Continue Reading “CLOUDS”
The sky was a kaleidoscope yesterday. Frequently shaken.
You would think, and I did as I scaled the side of the stock trailer and pulled myself up onto its roof, that this cloud would bring destructive weather to the farm. It looked so full of doom. But it did not. The long … Continue Reading “THE DOOM CLOUD”
The first thing I do every day – even before I sit down to write to you, my friends – is I check the weather. As kids, when the radio man read the weather forecast woe betide anyone who spoke or rattled pots or slammed… Continue Reading “HIGH WINDS”
We all work under a sky. It is my luck that I have an enormous sky. My mother is the sky. Hard work is not a bad thing. A little winter cold is not a bad thing. And a little bit of hunger is… Continue Reading “Prairie Sky”