After my lazy morning of reading by the pool we decided to go for a climb before lunch.
A little more rain. A little more packing (though travelling with only hand luggage is all about the UN-Packing). Lots of getting the farm ready to leave for a week.
I wanted this mornings title to be RIOTS OF COLOUR but there was no riot. Yesterday proceeded with business and purpose and NOISE but most of all – calm. The opposite of riot. But the colour is launching itself into the remnants of our sepia… Continue Reading “TECHNICOLOR”
– and a little bit of that. The beach, the city and then home to the farm.
I awoke this morning to the sounds of beach birds. My window is wide open to the scented sea air. The rattan blinds gently rocking in the sweetest of breezes. I am sitting in a big comfy bed, with my letterless laptop propped on… Continue Reading “GALVESTON”
Day Two of abundant sunshine has dawned. So once again I will open up the North doors and shovel manure out onto the huge compost pile.
Yesterday was divided between long periods of sitting waiting as I flew impossibly through the sky and then short periods with long corridors of full out “excuse me!, coming through”! RUNNING.
To catch my flight to California from O’Hare airport this morning I had to come up to Chicago yesterday afternoon and stay the night. Before my dinner engagement, I went through the rabbit warren underground passageways then up to my favourite old watering hole on… Continue Reading “THE WALNUT ROOM”
Back at the Farm.
As I write in New Zealand in an overcast 17C/62F, John is going out to milk the cow in Ilinois in -17F (-21C). not good. So far all is well. They are all alive at least. But cold, cold.