Tag: the farmy
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Long Arms
I often think my arms are longer than they really are, I reach over a fence or through a gate and just cannot reach the object I am trying to reach. You would think after living this long with these arms I would know by now how long they are. We had almost two and…
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Bye Bye Now Farmy
Have you ever seen a pig wave her little trotter, smiling weakly? The image wants me to add a white glove and a tearful well made-up eye; a sobbing Daisy and desolate Queenie, standing looking all forlorn. At the very least a heart broken dog. A peacock turned away so as to hide his quivering…
The Kitchen's Garden 