Category Archives: farmers
Making coffee, watching a thin stream of light from the belly button in the yurt reflect off of the stained French press.
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This morning found twins in the partially constructed barn. One was being licked diligently as she nosed the air towards a warm teet, the other was dead in the muck between Read the rest of this entry
When every single one just wants a little tiny bit more then what I am offering… Read the rest of this entry
The flash across the water was how I knew for sure that I wasn’t wrestling with underwater shrubbery. Read the rest of this entry
I live in a yard, in a lovely shed with a sliding glass door and one perfect window. It was insulated by a friend who lived there before me. She had fabric hanging from the ceiling because she hadn’t perfected drywall when she did the ceiling and she said looking at it reminded her of constant failure. That sort of thing doesn’t bother me the same way, so their is no fabric hanging from my ceiling. Read the rest of this entry