I plant the last of our first-crop fields, our only west of town. It is different country, as near as it is to the rest, and I feel an adventure and sense of levity as I drive into rolling hills of open land. Black-eyed Susan’s and day lilies line the ditches of the narrow, […]
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MAGIC OR GOD-GIVEN
They are just a few notes, same chords all play—but they are different from certain hands and certain souls, and you feel it right away. It’s something I can’t do, no matter how I’ve tried. Such is not my medium for affecting and touching souls, but when I hear it, I know it’s magic […]
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REPLANT
I replant the field. Most-ideal of a non-ideal situation—it didn’t work. Looking over field post-emergence, you can see the slopes and seeps and holds where water keeps—all of them were drowned, blank spots in stand of corn. July, I plant beans. Money for the nitrogen is lost; but decomposition of the ground […]
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HEART OF DAY
After, bed and her hair were mess—disheveled in their strewn. Seeing, Anna laughed of a mirth in recognition of both in body and spirit’s stay in free. High of sun, beyond the morning, there was a difference in day and air. “What do you want to do […]
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FROM PAGE
To his words, his touch and leaving, all of she enlivened: warmth of her skin, heighten of sense; imagination, vision, and see in mind; raise and tinge and nerves of her ends to sense and complete of vision’s see; lowering and slowing of breath as she gazed on open of they yellow […]
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YELLOW CRÈME
“There is a beauty in the openness, don’t you think?” he asked to Anna as she sat at morning table in open light of open room, empty—open—page before her; lines of blind shadows and cast of pen, near to but not quite parallel, in crossing of the line-ruled spacing of the page; […]
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FEAR TO FOLLOW
Wide open pasture, I keep to the path worn by habited hooves. It is easier, no grass or forage to catch and drag feet through; bare, solid ground, heading straight to destination I know—the drinker I turned off to encourage cattle to corral where I’ve worked them; treating and cleaning eyes because they […]
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GARDEN THEOSOPHY
There is never enough time for everything, even when time is all you have; so make time for what you can. Prioritize as you see. There’s much to do, but first I breathe. I look, assess—how to be most efficient—and then I waste time. I waste time in the garden, as some […]
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PINK SKIES
“The kids are in town for a funeral…” _____ They made him nervous, funerals and the tribute at the end, way sometimes overdone in early form of shaping legends that depart from true telling of who it is one was; the way people come home, to make time in death for another who they […]