Tag: trees
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A sundoggy day
“I can’t feel my face.” Amanda said to me after we had spent a good deal of the afternoon cleaning downed branches out of the electric fence across at the West Barn. All the little branches were carried to the growing bonfire heap and all the big limbs were sawed up for next years fire…
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Last Days –
– of the cold. For a week or so anyway. I am feeling desperate for the warm to come. For just a touch of green. The promise of it makes it seem so much harder to wait. Do you remember that feeling when you were taking an exam and you were on the last two…
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Cold Feet
It is a measure of Sheila’s trust in me that she would trudge all the way across the snow drift that has had her cooped up all this time and come out for a walk. (Though she has balked at it three days running so I guess she trusts me when she feels like it) . …
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Treasure
The Fencer calls Tima – The Terrorist. He is not far wrong. Daisy is starting to settle down and Poppy is beginning to look like a proper pig. We worked on the fencing Across the Way at the Big Barn yesterday. Unearthing old gateways. And treasure – a beautiful old water pump. (see header image) Returning…
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Miss C is Miss Ing …
… in action. Or soon will be. Today she might be laid on her back, under a tree, looking at the cloudless sky. And wondering if, now that she has started writing, will she ever be able to stop. And where did this superb, blissful weather come from?! And how long can she lie here…
The Kitchen's Garden 