Monday December 6th.
The Family Field
Down the mountain and out the valley are fields still golden from corn and straw. Deer find refuge and a late afternoon meal in the waste of harvest while the buck oversees his clan. They are a family ,scattered but belonging .
xxo milady
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Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Squirrel

its the tail end of hay season, the last of the big rolls are ready for stacking and storing. my box elders are turning yellow and telling all of us squirrels its time to collect and prep.
i'm off to the farmer's market to p/up my heirloom tomatoes i can't grow at this altitude and make my annual batch of salsa and sauces. how the hell i know how to do this is beyond me. must be in my Morgan Bones.
xo milady
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rural life,
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