Farmgirl School

"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -Tolkien

Memories rise to the surface as I swirl my glass. Cascades of great times trickle forth. I can still hear their voices above the murmur of reality. I can hear Steve’s laughter above clinking glasses and conversation. Above the too-loud opera and our off-key singing in his living room or ours. In restaurants gathered with …

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As the season begins to change, and the light appears more golden, as do the leaves, I find myself responding as well.  A natural response to the cool nights, I suppose.  Autumn welcomes in the New Year in many cultures so perhaps that would explain the nesting instinct.  My ancestors of old would be busily …

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Summer is quickly becoming one of my favorite seasons.  Sometimes in Colorado it seems like we have seven and a half months of winter a few weeks of spring, a few months of summer, a few weeks of autumn, then right back to winter.  Yesterday felt so good at seventy four degrees. Summer does have a …

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” Across the plains of glittering grace, behold Winter’s beautiful face” “…But all along the Rockies you can feel it in the air From Telluride to Boulder down below The closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere Is a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow…” Nitty Gritty Dirt Band “Country Roads Take Me …

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The school bus rambles down the main road as the sun hovers low while slowly making its ascent.  Sounds from the football field yonder bring to mind glorious fall days; of young men running, yelling, crowds in the small town bandstands cheering.  The leaves are turning brilliant shades of gold in the highest cottonwoods.  Autumn …

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  1. Thou shall not procrastinate. It was such a lovely day Tuesday that at the end of the day, with the clothes lines weighed down with garments still barely damp, I thought, ‘Oh I’ll just get them in the morning.’  And then we woke to this.  Whoops.  The clothes on the line were rows of wintery …

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I stepped outside before the sun’s colorful hands glided over the edge of the prairie.  The lighting was surreal and looked as if I lived in a Renaissance pastel that might hang in the museum.  A painted landscape so beautiful my mind could hardly fathom.  The owls called to each other from tree to tree …

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