Author: wildflowerfarm

  • The Expansion Of Winter

    The Expansion Of Winter

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    wildflowerfarm

    A hitch that smells of cold apple blossoms has attacked the farm. It is holding up the finishing touches on our plans for Christmas decor. Depriving us of the ability to fully get in the spirit of the up coming holiday. Snow, swirls in the air. It insulates us from what little sound finds it’s…

  • Keeping It Out Of The Ocean

    Keeping It Out Of The Ocean

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    wildflowerfarm

    Last night the air was cold, and something truly beautiful and magical began to happen… The dark sky opened up and small white falling crystals of water fell, descending gradually towards the ground dancing against the back drop of the evening sky. The grace each falling crystal displayed as it hung in the air on…

  • Magical… The Northern Lights

    Magical… The Northern Lights

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    wildflowerfarm

    Outside, the night is dark and cold. Inside, I sit by the wood stove that is cranking out heat for my comfort. Soon, I will allow the fire to die and head to bed. But first… I had to share these photos.

  • 3 Sisters Sanctuary Out In Western MA

    3 Sisters Sanctuary Out In Western MA

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    wildflowerfarm

    My back is aching, no make that my entire body. Every muscle is screaming from contortions I forced myself into to clean the pantry, on this cool, grey day, with just a small nip in the air that promises winter is coming. My exhaustion level is pretty extreme. I actually feel some grouchiness,  at others…

  • Hello to New Friends

    Hello to New Friends

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    wildflowerfarm

    I just came in to warm radiating from the fired up wood stove. I was just outside in the soggy grass walking over the quickly cooling drenched brown earth. New England’s second mud season is truly upon us. The weather has been wretched. I am starting to feel like I am in India. First the…

  • A Shot Rings Out In The Dark

    A Shot Rings Out In The Dark

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    wildflowerfarm

    I can smell the shot fired. It hangs in the darkness like a stink and a stain on my little utopia, the smell of gun fire will never fade. Not even the rising sun in a few hours will lift the horror or the aroma… Nor will it dissipate my sadness. It has been an…

  • Carnage.

    Carnage.

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    wildflowerfarm

    What makes this way of life hard, is the tragedy. The loss of time and investment. The strike at your heart every time something tears into your infrastructure and functioning and touches the ones you love and depend on. This morning was…. Unlike anything else thus far.

  • Serial Part 3

    Serial Part 3

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    wildflowerfarm

    Time for the next installment of the serial I started a great many years ago. The book club I founded was inspired loosely speaking by this story that I was playing with for years before I started an actual book club. That said, it was very loosely inspired, the fiction book club and the real…

  • Punked!

    Punked!

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    wildflowerfarm

    Most people are unaware, that when the sky is blue with small wispy clouds and temperatures rise into a range one might expect on Venus, rather than earth, goats get pissy. They get themselves up to no good and engage in random acts of evil. The heat seems to bring out their innate naughtiness.

  • By The Woods

    By The Woods

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    wildflowerfarm

    When I went out to milk this morning, I discovered a day so yucky outside that the goats hid in their shed glaring at me. It was a bit like a scene out of Children Of The Corn, had they been goats in a shed avoiding the rain rather than creepy looking blond kids in…