Farm
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The Unveiling
Pasture grass glistened from last night’s rain. As she circled, her amnionic sac protruded, then vanished. She laid back down. Head up, she chewed cud and rested. Overhead clouds broke. Angled light shafts scattered across the valley. Standing again she walked a few feet, looked… Continue reading
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Apricot Leaf: Birth and Resurrection
Last night’s wind fell the last of the apricot leaves. Their fall ends a remarkable season. From spring birth to grounded resting they served us simple beauty, remarkable shade on a hundred-degree summer day, and protected their natural treed sibling: the apricot.… Continue reading
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All of Day
Butterflies are flying. I have set the irrigation lines and I’m now heading to turn on the irrigation pump. I notice small white and orange butterflies, of to my left, as I drive the four-wheeler along the eastern edge of the hayfield. I’m… Continue reading
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Plum Moon
The only word for this year’s plum moon season is, abundant. It began in the late of winter. The weather warmed and the fruit trees, all of them, bloomed at once. Normally, the apricots will bloom first. Followed by plumbs and then by the… Continue reading
Chewing the Cud 