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Phil, you dirty ‘ole bast*rd

In my neck of the woods, we’re used to snow… and lots of it. We’re used to biting winds and grey skies. We’re used to slippery back roads. We’re used to frozen fingers and frostbitten noses. We’re used to plowing the barnyard with the tractor at 2am and chiseling frozen cow sh*t from the barn…

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When you come to the edge of all the light you have known and are about to step out into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen… there will be something to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.

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WPC: Morning has broken

Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing Praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung…

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Garden review

Most years, I’m a scatterbrain when it comes to planning my garden.  I usually grow what I think is pretty and don’t put too much thought into the layout of the garden until the last minute.  This past year, I actually took the time to do companion planting and sketch the layout.  This will hopefully…

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WPC: Connected (web)

One of my favorite things to do on a summer morning is to photograph the dew on spider webs (minus the spider, of course).  I’m always amazed at how such an ugly bug makes such a beautiful masterpiece – each strand of silk delicately connected to the other.

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New beginnings

Whitetail deer are beautiful, graceful creatures.  Our farm provides a great home for them, with green pastures for grazing and dense woods for bedding down. Throughout all my years here, though, I have never found an antler shed – one of the buried treasures of the woods.  Every year, a whitetail buck will shed his…