Tag: storms
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Exfoliating with ice
When working outside in an ice storm you can feel the ice pitting itself against your skin. Tiny little sharp pellets. No blood is drawn of course. Though no self respecting animal would be caught out in it, just the mad dogs and New Zealand woman. I walk with a gloved hand up as though to…
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Stormy Chocolate Chip Cookies
Yesterday the first of the autumnal storms roared across the farm. These storms are very slim bands of weather. Hitting one farm and not the other. Wreaking havoc here and calm over there. Hugo laughed crazily and ran out into the storm. Josh had been recording the sounds of the storm in the corn (he…
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The small smiles
When I was about thirteen I began work for my Dad in his workshop at the estuary by the sea. It was the school holidays. Dad built boats. The sea and all its surrounds were our breath and bread and butter. Dad was teaching me to weld that summer. One day he got me to move a whole…
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Wild Storm Photos.
I saw this storm coming yesterday afternoon and was casting about for something to stand on so Camera House and I could get a better view – then I saw the tractor. Aha, I thought. Forgetting that I had crostini in the oven and cheese straining and milk dishes in the sink I climbed aboard started…
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Storm Season
During the day, yesterday, the wind was all bluster. Big fat round bluster. My hair looked wind -blown -fantastic. The storms came in later, at dusk and without any warning switched feet and kicked from the opposite direction, wooshing the tarp off the chicken tractor, slamming propped doors, scattering sheep. Of course the Tank hens were fine,…
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