Category Archives: Ponderings on the Meaning of Things

The Beauty and Allure of Far Horizons

Posted on July 24, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

“Sometimes, looking in the windows of art-dealers south of Piccadilly, I find myself wondering how it is that a painter has stopped just here.  I could no more paint that sunset or that beetling cliff, that moorland with the clump … Continue reading →

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The Bunny Factor: Consistency In The Making Of A Good Loaf of Bread

Posted on May 11, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

I made bread yesterday using a bread machine and a packaged mix.  I love the smell and taste of warm bread right from the oven – or machine – and, in my ecstasy over the results, I posted a small … Continue reading →

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Thoughts Upon The Cusp Of Decades

Posted on April 16, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

That’s the way that the world goes ’round You’re up one day, the next you’re down It’s a half-an-inch of water and you think you’re gonna drown That’s the way that the world goes ’round That’s The Way That The … Continue reading →

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Daffodils, Robins, and Snakes, Oh My!

Posted on March 14, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

“Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!” Dorothy, Toto, the Tin Woodsman, and the Scarecrow as they pass through the forest before meeting the Cowardly Lion, The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum. In Just- spring          when the world is … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Winter

Posted on January 18, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

Nestled, as we are, next to Puget Sound, a winter walk on the Farm is generally a saunter through a muted world; a walk where my own thoughts are likely to be louder than most   things external.  Humptulips County’s climate is wet … Continue reading →

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Enchantment and Ground Fog

Posted on January 11, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

“After much wandering and search they found a way that they could climb, and with a last hundred feet of clawing scramble they were up.  They came to a cleft between two dark crags, and passing through found themselves on … Continue reading →

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A Christmas Greeting

Posted on December 25, 2014 by Gavin Stevens

“It seems to me that I have always wanted to say the same thing in my books: that life is one, that mystery is all around us, that yesterday, today and tomorrow are all spread out in the pattern of … Continue reading →

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The Silent House

Posted on December 7, 2014 by Gavin Stevens

The silence is the most noticeable thing.  It looms and swirls just beyond human comprehension.  It is a caged, infrared beast seeking to reassert its dominance over the premises it rules whenever we are not in residence.  I am almost too weak to keep it at … Continue reading →

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A Letter to My Sons on the Occasion of the Day after Thanksgiving

Posted on November 28, 2014 by Gavin Stevens

“These are the things I learned (in Kindergarten): Share everything. Play fair. Don’t hit people. Put things back where you found them. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS. Don’t take things that aren’t yours. Say you’re SORRY when you HURT somebody. … Continue reading →

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Strange Fruits of a Fickle Autumn

Posted on November 23, 2014 by Gavin Stevens

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the … Continue reading →

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