summer solstice sunset

Wholly Inefficient Tasks

In the evening, when the day’s field work is done and dinner has been eaten, I do wholly inefficient tasks. You know what I mean? Tending to those things on the outskirts of the production garden, the things that get perpetually forgotten because they were forgotten once and the weeds overcame them and it became […]

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evening by the pond

Conversation with a Snipe

I fell asleep to the drumming song of two snipes. They called to one another, the same quick beat back and forth, except one’s voice was a note higher. I’d gone outside at dusk, just as a sun dog was shooting up from the edge of Hogback, like a mast at the bow of a

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