Category Archives: Humptulips County

It’s Late October And All Is Well

It’s late October, 2017.  I have nearly completed my seventy-second October, twenty-six of which have been spent here on the Farm amid our fields.  All Octobers are watercolor landscapes, but no two are alike.  As with any watercolor of a similar view painted from a … Continue reading

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Fairy Tales Can Come True (Even If Only For Awhile)

Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you If you’re young at heart. Young at Heart, Johnny Richards and Carolyn Leigh Once upon a time, probably in the early 1990s, I walked into a small bookshop in Seattle … Continue reading

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Lazing About On An August Morning

I am sitting on our front porch enjoying the quiet of a late August Sunday morning.  I just returned from getting our Sunday papers and stopped here to enjoy the hush I interrupted with uneven steps and the staccato thudding of my cane. A lone single-engine airplane … Continue reading

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The Momentary Stewardship Of Gods And Daisies

Take your place on The Great Mandala As it moves through your brief moment of time. Win or lose now you must choose now And if you lose you’re only losing your life. Peter Yarrow, The Great Mandala Each May … Continue reading

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The Meek New World

I’ve woken up in a new world.  Not a brave one; one created by insecure people afraid of a future they’re unable to understand.  The view of this new world from Humptulips County is mixed – mostly bad, but with just enough dash of good in the mixture … Continue reading

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Another Country

I love these raw moist dawns with a thousand birds you hear but can’t quite see in the mist. My old alien body is a foreigner struggling to get into another country. The loon call makes me shiver. Back at … Continue reading

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Fields of Fleece

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. I … Continue reading

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Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night

The past few days have been difficult ones here at the Farm.  High winds have blasted Humptulips County causing several extensive power failures across the grid.  Last Friday morning, I watched the power flicker on and off four times before it finally crashed for … Continue reading

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Snowfall

Color comes first to the sky – a pewter cast that engulfs all other light and gives the air a substance so real that it might be grasped, chewed, and swallowed as if a breakfast of oatmeal.  Its veil appears first on the eastern horizon, but quickly spreads in forewarning … Continue reading

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The View From The Back Roads

It is winter in Humptulips County.  Foliage is sparse and the days are wet and overcast, with only hints of snow.  One wet day follows another in bleak and endless succession.  So as I drive our back roads (as I am wont to do whenever given the choice), I look for little things, for details, for anything which might serve as cinnamon … Continue reading

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