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Grey Day…

Fall is coming for sure. Some trees are wholly turned, others just beginning. The field is a mess because I missed three weekends in a row getting out on it with the tractor and now the grass and weeds are so high I can’t mow it anymore this season. It’ll...

Meaning

We tell made-up stories to our children each night, and each night a different and new one. Challenging. I was given the gem of an idea for a story about a boy and a paper airplane he could ride in from Peter Chapman, and old friend who used to work for the Canadian...

Circa 1360:

On a May morwenynge on Malverne hilles Me befel a ferly, of fairye me thogte. I was wery for-wandred, and wente me to reste Under a brood bank by a bournes syde, And as I lay and lenede, and loked on the watres I slombered into a slepying, it sweyed so murye. Piers...

Persimmon

I am ill again. A cold occupies my thought and body and stears me awry of concerted behavior. I find it hard to concentrate. I walk and feel unearthly – my legs move and toss my feet forward with each step and yet they seem not to strike the ground. If stopped I...

Some from today…

Just posting a few picsh I shot about half an hour ago. Bloody cold day (count your fingers when you come in from...

What’s Good for the Goose…

Previous post referred to this past weekend at friends… Well, we spent the weekend a couple before that at other frined’s place, and I was just as gratuitous in slinking around their living and snapping in the morning: This is my jacket as seen through an...