Author: wildflowerfarm
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One of The Goats Being Silly
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One thing is guaranteed, when you keep goats. They are endlessly searching for a way out of their enclosure. Endlessly putting in a concerted effort to even invent one. Here, they have opened up a hole in the fence that they can stick their heads out of to yell at me if ever I am…
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A Butterfly's Meditation
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The air is heavy outside, making it hard to get proper air into your lungs. But it smells of freshly cut grass and flowers, and even in some places in the yard a little bit of honey. The gardens are doing their thing. They are not in it alone. The wildflowers are just beautiful this…
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Face Toner Wildflower Style
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First, I would like to apologize again for abandoning my poor abused blog. I do try to keep it. But life gets in the way… This time it was my phone refusing to take pictures that shut it down. So now that that is sorted again, I hope to be here a bit more often…
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June 5th to July 11 book of the month, The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side by Agatha Christie
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Agatha Christie was an interesting lady. At one point she disappeared and turned up sometime later going by her husband’s mistress’s name at a hotel. She had a really interesting life one the club encourages everyone to look into. One thing she loved was literature. She enjoyed poetry as she used poems by Tennyson at…
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The Wildflower Farm Book Club
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Wildflower Farm, is a small self sufficiency homestead farm and B&B in New England. It hosts a women’s book club. A small sorority of book loving women who make up the club.
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Evening In The Flower Grotto
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Yesterday, I spoke about one of my favorite spaces to hang out outside. The Flower Grotto. When it is warm enough, I like to light the citronella candles, and hang out there. Often, I write, sometimes I snack. Other times I day dream about the mysteries of the forest area that partially surrounds our little…
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Lady Spring, The Lady Of The Forest
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The grey hangs in the air today. But the trees are whispering in the woods. They speak of a lady in a bright leaf green dress, with flowing hair the color of daffodils riding a barn swallow. They say, she is returning. She will bring new life with her. She will banish the winter king,…
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Sunday Breakfast Mixes
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This morning I walked the yard. I could see the trees dancing as the wind whirred past my ear, speaking of coming thunder and rain. The air smelled of the heavy clouds forming above the dancing trees that were getting wilder in their movement like some kind of indigenous people dancing for the sky, the…
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Eastern White Pine
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The sun hides it’s face today behind the grey that has temporarily taken over the sky. It is a November day in the middle of April. A small set back for the warmth I can feel coming. Beating beneath my feet when I walk across the still dreary grass… beating almost like bird wings, the…