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A Summer’s Day Black bees on the clover-heads drowsily clinging, Where tall, feathered grasses and buttercups sway; And all through the fields a white sprinkle of daisies, Open-eyes at the setting of day. Oh the heaps of sweet roses, sweet … Continue reading
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Imbolc, (EM-bowlk) is a Gaelic term meaning ‘in the belly’. This is the time of year when Mother Earth celebrates life by nudging awake the frozen seeds slumbering within her belly under the barren soil. She whispers softly to them … Continue reading
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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.) However, publishing my two books were pretty … Continue reading
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(drum roll please) Franny and her mate. Let’s call him Clemant! A little history lesson: last year Franny was my breeding female, along with Harry. Both named after my parents. Well, this year, Franny is back! And her mate is … Continue reading
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“Just you and the river, and no one to talk with?” Kenneth Grahame Oh Mole, my sweet Mole, one can never be lonely on a river. There are just so many wonderful creatures with whom to share my time. There … Continue reading
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Imbolc, (EM-bowlk) Gaelic term meaning ‘in the belly’ is the time of year when we celebrate the bringing forth of life from the barren soil. Also referred to as Oimealg (IM-mol’g), ‘meaning ewe’s milk,’ this is also the time of … Continue reading
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Chew and screw (that too!) is what they do. About a billion ducks arrived two days ago, blocking the sun with their dark wings. They stayed for a couple of days eating my cracked corn, enjoying a little copulation (yes, … Continue reading
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… of the river. Winter has finally come to my small corner of the Concord River. Our first snowfall didn’t bring the right type of snow for a snowdog, or snowman, or even a snowgnome, but it did bring a … Continue reading
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