It was the kind of day that snails celebrate: not too hot, and steamy with humidity. As the very small snails gathered at the White, two were talking excitedly. A snail with a spiral shell was aflutter, repeatedly asking about the Legend. Another tiny snail was waving her antennae nonstop, proclaiming that she had heard that someone had been told that the Legend had been sighted. Sophie took the chatter in with a bemused smile, then said, “little snails, gather around – we have news about Gaston!”Continue reading “Short Read: A Snail’s Search, Part VIII”
I’m no fan of Daylight Saving; anything that negatively affects my sleep like this scheme is guaranteed to earn my ire. While I lay awake in bed last night, I wrote this post. After all, if I can’t sleep, why not create?Continue reading “Musings: Time Changes And Bad Dreams”
Each morning, I watch the birds at the feeders from the kitchen window. There are large birds (Blue Jays, Red-Bellied Woodpeckers, cardinals) and small birds (titmice, nuthatches, finches, sparrows, chickadees, Hairy and Downy Woodpeckers). Doves (mostly Mourning and the occasional Ringneck) mill around on the ground, looking for scattered seeds. And while I watch those birds going about their business, I’m not thinking about the pandemic, the climate crisis, ongoing destruction of the environment, or the many social issues we’re facing; instead, I am enthralled by bird life.Continue reading “Musings: The Benefits Of Birdwatching”
We’re back in the blogosphere, but wanted to let our WordPress.com followers know that one change you’ll notice is that new posts will only show up in the WordPress Reader, unless you subscribe to receive email updates below.
Here’s what you can expect for the remainder of 2021 and in 2022: food, ferments, follies, fowl, fiction, (armchair) philosophy…and more. Hope you come along for the ride!
No, the farm’s staying right where it is…but the blog is moving to a new host in the next few days. This transition may mean you’ll see a blank page if you visit the site while it’s being migrated. Be patient – we’ll be back!
As he contemplated how to get across the Gray, Sylvie’s warnings about its terrible dangers were still fresh in Gaston’s memory. Yet, he felt compelled to go there, feeling that some important event loomed in his future, and that it was inextricably entwined with his quest. He gazed at it with trepidation and worked up his courage.Continue reading “Short Read: A Snail’s Search, Part VII”