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Girls Day Out at the Carnival of Flowers

Girls Day Out at the Carnival of Flowers

The wind howled through the tree tops as my friend Ann and I made our way to Toowoomba for the Carnival of Flowers this week, but we didn't let that stop us. Not even when clouds rolled in, whisking away the warmth, leaving the wind to goose pimple our arms and whip...

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A Good, Quiet Week

A Good, Quiet Week

It's been a quiet, pottering sort of week as Bear and I recovered from our first colds and flu's of Spring. It's been rather nice to move leisurely through our days, working steadily but taking the breaks we need to get better. We've had lots of fresh fruit smoothies...

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A Little Break for Spring at Oma’s

A Little Break for Spring at Oma’s

Hello, dear luvs. I'm writing you tonight with a weary but big smile on my face. I finished the first draft of my history book. I DID IT!!! And I can scarcely believe it. It's gone through the first level of editing, and tonight it gets submitted for review before the...

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From My Writing Burrow

From My Writing Burrow

It's a gorgeous morning on our farm with soft breezes and warming sunshine. So nice after the bone-chilling cold and wind of the last few days. I'm about to head out to help Bear plant our plum orchard, but first I just wanted to sit awhile with you. I've been in...

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Baby Goats on the Farm

Baby Goats on the Farm

“In the silence, I could hear the distinct sound of goats maa-ing in the barn. Lying there listening to them made me smile, too. I'd always loved goats - every one of them different from every other one, and all of them goofy and playful.” Steve Watkins After a...

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Before the Storm at Oma’s House

Before the Storm at Oma’s House

Bear and I were running errands in town when our friend Oma rang, letting us know that she had some chicken eggs ready for our incubator. I love Oma. And Opa. They are the parents of my dear friend Ann, and the cutest Hungarian grandparents you ever did see. They've...

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At the End of the Day

At the End of the Day

"The light that came through the picture window was daylight, real golden late-afternoon daylight, not a white mist light. The sky was a robin's-egg blue, and Coraline could see trees and, beyond the trees, green hills, which faded on the horizon into purples and...

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Garden to Plate: Radishes

Garden to Plate: Radishes

“What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.” Nikos Kazantzakis Tomorrow morning I begin a Writing Hibernation, tucked away in my office as I head into the home stretch of finishing the...

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A Week on the Farm

A Week on the Farm

It is cloudy and cool this morning, dark and quiet, and I'm smiling because we had a bit more rain in the night. The world smells good and fresh and alive. Bear is pottering in the kitchen making us toasted egg rolls for brekky, and we are excited because Spring is...

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