Did you think I’d forgotten about you?

Never in a million years! It’s just that, as years go, 2016 wasn’t all that great. Sure, sure, I wrote and published a second book, which is now available on Amazon. (Shameless plug.)

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My second book is about a woman who travels to Italy in the hopes of finding a second chance at life. Kind of how I feel right this minute.

However, publishing my two books were pretty much the highlights of the year. But, since I’m not one to sit and wallow in self-despair (okay, I am, on occasion), I thought I’d recap the first half of the year and then pick up where I left off, in August. Here goes:

January, 2016

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A snowstorm, followed by rain, glazed the river in a frosting of ice. When the sun shone through the branches of the trees, it was as if Mother Nature had coated the branches with diamonds.

February, 2016

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A group of Eastern bluebirds flew through the area and stopped in my yard for some suet.

March, 2016

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The gardens started showing some color. Just enough to remind me Spring was around the corner.

April, 2016

Poor Franny.

Franny was attacked by a hawk. By the way, she never laid eggs and eventually became lunch for the hawk (or perhaps a different hawk).

May, 2016

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A family of Canadian geese came by with their newly hatched goslings (they ended up with only one after Mom Nature spun the wheel of life).

June, 2016

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Isis treated me to a view of her fishing techniques and I published my first novel: The Summer of Annah: A Midsummer’s Wish, still available on Amazon. (Hey, this is my blog so I’ll insert all the shameless plugs I want.)

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July, 2016

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By July, the drought was in full swing and the gardens were suffering, as was I due to some depression issues. However, thanks to my bucket and rope, I managed to save a few plants in the garden at the end of the driveway. The hummingbird garden–not so much.

August, 2016

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It was a dry, hot, muggy month here on the Concord River. Even the ducks felt the sluggishness of the weather and decided to start molting early.

September, 2016

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The drought continued to worsen, the gardens were wilting, and green shoots were MIA, forcing the wild rabbits to share the cracked corn with the ducks.

October, 2016

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We shared a rock as the river’s water level descended.

The river dressed herself in a colorful necklace of foliage, reminding me that despite the sadness of the summer, there is wisdom in shutting down and regrouping for Spring.

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November, 2016

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One of my oak trees took it’s last breath, dropped it’s last leaves, and whispered goodbye. I’ll leave him standing because I truly believe that his spirit remains as long as the birds grace him with their energy.

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November’s full moon appeared as the largest and brightest since 1948.

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I made a wish on the moon for blessings but somehow the message got distorted. Stevie, my blind dog attacked my other dog and had to be quarantined for 10 days. After that, he was taken back to Tennessee to find a new home; one where he would be the only dog in the family. He was with me for two years. Damn, I miss him. And damn moon, what happened?

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Farewell, Stevie.

At the end of the month I adopted four rabbits. You might remember Stew (Hazel), the rabbit I found in the marsh. Well, I thought he might be lonely and the Billerica Animal Control officer, Christine, offered me four Himalayan rabbits. Who am I to refuse cute pink noses?

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Things aren’t shaping up too well, though. Seems Stew, who I swore was a male, is an extremely territorial female. Think killer rabbit from Monty Python. Needless to say, the four rabbits are going to find new homes.

December, 2016

On top of illnesses, surgeries, writing, and work, the river continues its rhythm. Thank goddess too. If it didn’t, I don’t know where I would draw my strength.

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A recent snowstorm took the few ducks that have remained by surprise. They probably thought the mild weather would continue through to Spring. Boy were they wrong!

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I had one hen who’s tongue was sticking out to the side.

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“It’s not very comfortable.”

The other ducks avoided her. Either they thought she was making fun of them or that she was foolish for not waddling away from a triple dog dare.

No December blog post would be complete without a gallery of birds. Along the tail of the snowstorm a few bluebirds happened by. Always a bright spot on a cold winter’s day.

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Since last April, a red squirrel has been tormenting the gray squirrels. So far none of the gray squirrels have taken him, or her, up on the offer to mate. I’m looking forward to the offspring when he, she, does find a partner. Will they be small and gray, or large and red? Perhaps striped?

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My final addition to this post will be, of course, my ducks. Since the beginning of the month, I’ve gotten a ton of beaks to feed. They fly in a few more each day, so I know they’re not my originals and it’s not my fault they’re still in Massachusetts instead of down South. I always feel I have to add that last part (my mother did a great job instilling guilt in me).

I recently learned of a young man feeding a large flock south of Boston. Seems I’m not the only person driving to the Essex County Co-op for duck chow.

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In closing, I’m looking forward to 2017, the Chinese year of the Fire Rooster, which is sort of like a duck, of which I have plenty. They both have beaks and they both eat cracked corn. If need be, I’ll even glue some crown feathers on my drakes. Bottom line–I’ll do whatever it takes to have a better year.

I wish you a blessed, bountiful, and joyful new year. Peace from the Concord River. Blessed be.

(I’m way too tired to proofread this blog. Message me with any errors. Thanks.)

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Oh, and buy my books please. :)

About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm a single mother with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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6 Responses to Did you think I’d forgotten about you?

  1. lanelibrarylady says:

    Wonderful to read your musings…I love how the rhytm of the river reflects in your writings. Looking forward to your books…hope to run into you again soon near the river. Happy New Year!

  2. priscilla says:

    sorry you lost a tree . when I bought that house the town made us dig out that depression on the side of the drive, to compensate for the raised septic. I had to chop down a giant swamp oak the first year , it was leaning toward the house, and all the others looked unhealthy after. Must have chopped off half the roots on 4 giant 75 year old trees. It was all in the name of flood control mitigation, even though anyone with eyes in their head could see it was not just idiotic but counterproductive . It still pisses me off to think about it.
    Hope your feeling better. I’m in a drought in florida , It hasn’t rained in a month. A great horned owl is stalking my chickens, and I took a hard fall off my horse so I’ve been limping around for a week. . Not a good start to 2017. Hope yours is better..and thanks for the pics.

    • tinthia says:

      I am sad about your fall but what a great way to hurt yourself. Much better than slipping on ice. Sorry about the owl – a bald eagle did a fly by over the ducks on Christmas day but must have assumed they were to fat to carry. They are fat.

      The trees on the property give me life. Their energy speaks to me, even the oak that died.

      I do hope we can meet this summer. Blessed be, dear lady.

  3. Kathy says:

    Happy new year Cindy!! Love this post. Miss hearing from you. 2016 was a big year for me. I left cvs after 29 years. A big year of change. I now have a new job that I love and making lots of new friends. I worked on my house to put on the market and the day before open house I changed my mind. Moving to the coast is still in my future but not ready yet. I hope 2017 is the beginning of a great year for you !! Cheers, Kathy

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