This one is a bit of a throwback – almost three weeks now – to the last gosling hatch of the year. This little gander, though not quite ready to hatch, was still talkative and active in his egg.
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Haiku: Venerable Visage
I think that tree bark, like cloud formations, lends itself to woolgathering. Do you see a face in this image? Does it have an expression? And even without invoking the imagination, the interplay of light and shadows, as well as the variety of colors made me stop and appreciate the feeling it created.
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If you’re reading this – or if you follow the blog – you know I write poetry. I post a fair number of farm and nature-related haiku, and I’m inspired on a daily basis by my surroundings. But where to go from here? I’ve a yen to self-publish!
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I live in the country. I haven’t always lived in the country – I’ve resided in both urban and suburban areas before – but I’m definitely rural now. And that means I don’t live under CC&Rs that dictate how often I have to mow or what color I can paint my house. It also means I can let my property be as natural as I choose: (a) untamed, (b) partially tamed, or (c) ridiculously manicured. I choose “b”.
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Ever since I grew avocado and mango plants from seed, I’ve been hooked on it. I have a pile of other seeds, including lemon, grapefruit, jalapeño, and habanero that I’ll be trying to sprout, too. My most recent attempt was with lychee seeds, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that some actually did germinate!
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The baby snails had congregated at the White and were looking restless. Sophie knew that the recent heavy rain had brought them out, and they could be a handful when they were in groups. The tiny one with the light section of shell finally turned to Sophie, and, nearly shouting with excitement, asked “has Gaston reached the Red yet??”
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