Happy New Year, everyone. Wonderful winter posts worth checking out from Box Elder and Elspeth Thompson
1. Silence in the woods. Even our breathing seems intrusive. Then, a woodpecker hammers and a flock of geese across the valley calls.
2. Wandering mapless and watchless, we lose ourselves in the woods. We taste paths, hit roads and retrace our steps.
3. Sitting stout fishcakes on a bed of wilted leeks with ginger.
Cistern, club and go.
1. We've got water of some kind -- the sound of the loo cistern filling is pretty good to hear this morning. 2. Susan has invited to us ...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...