Mostly I wanted to tell you about the monarchshow every time we step outinto the front gardentheyappear and how it always feels likethe most honourablevisitto us, asendangered as now they are and also about the rabbitthat came into view last…
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Maybe I was hoping today,I wouldsitto write something, possibly evenof little importanceabout a day, like todaybut sometimes life justtakes over each small bit offree space probably I would have told you howthe sky was so blueand the air was a…
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On the morning of a day expected to beheating upsevere storms in the forecastI sit by the pondin a lovely light breezea peaceable smile, dogs at my feetwatching a monarch flutterand the oriolesin the trumpet vine, attracted to thesweetnessof bold…
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“I want to tell you about the most hopeful thing in the world. It is a seed.”~ Janisse Ray Our giant puppy has been collecting seedsby way of trampling through all the gardensthe fur behind his ears andon his neck…
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Thank you once again to the extraordinary talents of our daughter, so, so very happy with the new signjust now posted in celebration of the rewilding we’ve been working on! While all around us are manicured, constantly mowed, watered and…
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When one catand two of the dogs have me upway, way before the sunwhere most wearily, one is calledto begin a day, not yet dawningyou might then ask yourself, Whereis the light? when yesterday’s stench of decomposingmisogynistic infirmitywafting up from…
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This morning in the garden,I am thinking about how weharbour shame in our bodieshow we then come to coat ourselves with this shameas amour,how we righteously and continuously thrust it forthas shieldand wield it,fiercely and vigilantlyas swordand how in our…
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I’m not afraid to tell you,it’s been a really hard three weeksrelative to me, anywaywhere I will walk around with a label‘Functioning Depressive’ stamped and flashing subtle warnings, on the underside of awhite flag that I carry in defeat as…
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As if to tie an invisible thread between usto somehow keep you afloat At the weekend, in a moment of full exhaustive overwhelmI am reduced to waving the white flagand whole heartedly crying my eyes outwith the dogs (of all…
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When one’s first instinctalwaysis to hide the origins of whichareso deeplysown forever mappingthe wayswe inhabittheworld much importance is puton the spacesof our own makingsafety as it were, in familiar surroundings fences andgates comfort in knowing, in trustingimpermanenceover shamefacedfailings when one…
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