The days of February are the longest. I don’t care that February is supposed to be the shortest month, by all respects it’s the longest month of the entire year. Everything is devoid of colour, we are pummelled with copious…
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[wp_ad_camp_2] “Tales of 3 Birch Farm” are something I’ve been scribbling down for almost a year now. Just funny or serious situations that have arouse on the farm that I’ve given a bit of a flourish. Usually they’re told from…
Hello? Are you still out there? Did you survive the Christmas, New Years madness? I’m still trying to figure out what day it is and what I’m supposed to be doing. I tend to just stumble around yelling, do you…
Most days I don’t want to be reminded of her. I don’t want to recall the way she talked and the things she did. I would rather not be reminded of the pain she inflicted to others and herself in…
Can we all just ignore the fact that I have hardly written a post since last Christmas? Thank you. Because I need a moment to brag here. A proud dog mama moment. Most dog moms I know have them, and…
[wp_ad_camp_2] It’s still dark outside as we rouse ourselves from our warm bed. There’s coffee and quiet moments in the living room as the sun rises over the cedar trees. A quiet contentment to not speak but just spend time…