Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Eve woke up with the birds each morning. The piping and burbling of thousands of little brown birds in the reeds, so numerous in kind they’d not even managed to name them all. The deep thrum of the lake birds rising in unison, swirling around Eve’s camp on the edge of the marshland in vast… Continue reading Eve
The Ameracauna hen has gone walk-about again. Third time this month. I’ve clipped her wings twice since she molted. There are no holes in the slump block wall; I’ve walked it twice this week. And the gate is as enveloped in chicken wire as it can be and still admit sunlight. If her pretty blue… Continue reading Errant and Unexpected
You probably have a calendar that shows the annual year of 12 months and 4 seasons. You probably have given little thought to why we have those divisions. But once you begin to shift to a loca-vore life, you’re going to notice that the traditional calendar is a bit arbitrary, too generalized for practical planning. I have created a different system.
By My Solitary Hearth 