Month: November 2019

  • A Cat Sleeps in Our Garden

    Days fall short now, time cutting across day’s light, night coming too fast—before supper, before work can be done, before we are ready. Gardens have been put to sleep—by us, or by nature—and while inside we work by light, outside, this early darkness awakens late fall’s chill.  Against this vague, ambiguous drift of days between […]

  • Paradise Lost

    From the Journals of Most Beloved November 17, 2019 Sunday, cold now, but beautiful and sunny today I found a dead bird today, vertical descent and upside down in the suet round house feeder, the one under the awning and cornering the sweet bay magnolia against the house.  I found it quite by accident. Shock […]

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