Monthly Archives: November 2013

The Promise of the Snow Geese (Chen caerulescens)

Posted on November 23, 2013 by Gavin Stevens

The wind tastes faintly of Winter’s crispness; daylight is shading toward Winter clarity.    Heavy morning frost has become a regular visitor, persisting in the shaded nooks throughout the day and leaving the faintest impression of early snow in the darkest, deepest crannies where daylight scarcely reaches.  Pine limbs greet the day coated … Continue reading →

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Of Little Girls and Perfect Days

Posted on November 20, 2013 by Gavin Stevens

Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. Robert Frost, Gathering Leaves Violins of Autumn sobbing Deep and lone, Pierced my heart is with their throbbing Monotone. Fierce and quick the breath, … Continue reading →

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Dreaming of Books, Old Ladies, and Cows

Posted on November 8, 2013 by Gavin Stevens

I have always loved books, both for their content and for their form.  The same is true of my wife, Helen.  As a consequence, the Farm is home to far more volumes than sanity might suggest is prudent.  Most of them are plain and … Continue reading →

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