That sort of amazing light…

…the kind you can almost feel, blanketed the hill tonight as I walked up to tuck in the chickens.  Now, of course I don’t really tuck the chickens in, but bolting the coop doesn’t sound quite so lovely.  The donkeys always let me know how they feel when I visit the chickens first.  They are…

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My mother ordered a kiln…

…for Christmas.  Which, when you consider that we need to refinance the farm to get the ex off the loan, and I am working part-time, and we have used all of my savings, might not seem like the best thing to do.  However, when dealing with a mother who is closer to dying than living…

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The tomatoes are dead…

…which is to be expected at this time of year.  The donkeys had a delightful time cleaning up the green tomatoes that I didn’t use and chomping on the vines I threw over the fence.   Sweater weather is certainly here.  Mom has a bone scan tomorrow, and an upper respiratory infection.  I’m not sure…

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I have been remiss…

…reduced, reused, recycled, refined, redacted.  What on earth does redacted mean anyway?  I am fairly sure that is not a word I have ever used before.  It exists though.  I know it does.  Now, to be certain, I could just pop up to one of the seven other browser windows I currently have open and…

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So much for my sweater…

…we’re back to sweating.  It is not that I am opposed to heat.  But in the history of my life, my state has usually had twoish weeks of weather in the high 90s and low 100s per summer.  Flash forward to now and this year has had…wait, let me go look it up to be…

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