Rainy day. I've been quite inclined to do very little. But the dog will have none of that. We walked in the rain, which is actually very fun, assuming 1) you abandon yourself to getting wet, and, 2) you can come home to dry, clean clothes. The walking gave me time to think about words… Continue reading All this and a mystery, too
http://youtu.be/uj4Ub5v6mg0 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These photos and post are in response to this week's theme for the 52 Photos Project. You should participate, too! Read about how it works here. You can see a gallery of everyone's photos for this week's theme here. To see a list of all my blog posts for this project, go here.
Crow's Fall When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white. He decided it glared much too whitely. He decided to attack it and defeat it. He got his strength up flush and in full glitter. He clawed and fluffed his rage up. He aimed his beak direct at the sun's centre. He… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Crop It
Foggy, overcast Monday morning. The long-planned-for weekend is twelve hours behind us. The delightful guests of the weekend have left for home. We don't see them often enough, and parting is always softly sad. We ate well, laughed a lot, sang a lot. We celebrated a birthday with cake. The musical H and her schoolmates… Continue reading Bittersweet
At the risk of boring you with baby goat blather, here's just one more. Then I'll be quiet. I'll try. Really. I just wanted to take a second to explain the origin of the names since a few people have asked. First of all, we are following the convention that many goat breeders use, which… Continue reading Briefly, about the names
19 years this summer. That's how long we've lived in this house. Three times as long as I've ever lived anywhere else. Some days it feels like I never have lived anywhere else. Until I take a new turn off a familiar street and discover a road in my own town that I've never seen… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Street Art
We'd been on kid watch for a week, with Wellesley's due date this past Monday. I'd cleaned the kidding stall down to the bare floor, swept it clean, filled it with fresh bedding, and assembled the "kidding kit" with supplies we might need. Saturday afternoon, we read the changes in Wellesley's body (softened ligaments, raised… Continue reading One morning in May