Farm
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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
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Just Beyond Bull
How we interpret some words matters to the when or where they are spoken. So it is with bullshit. I picked up bullshit just as I left childhood behind. A gentleman Okie, Wallace, down the road from us had a fairly colorful… Continue reading
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Winter Settles
When winter arrives, as it has, place settles. Quiet no longer moves across the landscape. Quiet is. Over the years a path has been worn between the house and the winter water trough. It is walked many times during the summer. During the winter… Continue reading
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Fog
Fog defines this week. In the morning it lies heavy upon the ground. Close and overbearing, you cannot see the barn as you set out to feed. Some afternoons the fog lightens. Wispy and whispering strands lay across the ridge. One afternoon, a strand… Continue reading
Chewing the Cud 