Category Archives: Humptulips County

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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First Frost

This time of year in Humptulips County frost competes with fog for morning dominance.  Since it is still November, fog prevails in these battles much of the time, as it has this morning.  This morning’s fog is light and graceful in its ethereality; transparency is its hallmark.  … Continue reading

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An Autumn Drive Along The River Road

The name — of it — is “Autumn” — The hue — of it — is Blood — An Artery — upon the Hill — A Vein — along the Road — Great Globules — in the Alleys — And … Continue reading

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The Pines Are Alive With The Sound Of Music

The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south – Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth Did make as to devour While everything to corners … Continue reading

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Goodbye, But Not Farewell

The old man smiled.  “I shall not die of a cold, my son.  I shall die of having lived.” Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop   “They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their … Continue reading

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The Smell of Woodsmoke

I shall build me a house where the larkspur blooms In a narrow glade in an alder wood, Where the sunset shadows make violet glooms, And a whip-poor-will calls in eerie mood. I shall lie on a bed of river … Continue reading

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