slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: critters
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[Sandy and I agreed that it was some time in the middle of this day that we began to lose the capacity for words to describe the beauty we were seeing. That loss of words would extend into the next day.]
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We got five inches of snow last night at our house, the largest snowfall we’ve seen in a long, long time. Even though I miss my feral kitties, I am relieved that I don’t have to worry about them in this kind of weather. Ozzie used to hate the snow and he would sit out…
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Miss Peanut had a sweet send-off last night. John and Susanne came by to see my garden and deliver some artichoke pulp she had cooked for me (we’re working together on making paper out of it). Upon hearing of Miss Peanut’s burial earlier that day, Susanne suggested that John sing a sad song. Without hesitation,…
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Miss Peanut passed away sometime this weekend – I’m guessing around Saturday night or Sunday morning since I found her body in an area where I had been working on Saturday. It’s possible that I missed her since her fur blended in perfect camoflage with the earth and oak log that she lay across, but…
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from this photo:
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On some mornings, the sky melds with the lake. This is my fourth annual post about a weeklong trip to my cousin’s house on the shore of Lake Waccamaw. This week was a little unusual because we were the only ones there the entire time of our stay. My sister, brother-in-law, niece, and grand-nephew, and…
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Sort of, anyway. I took most of Squirt and Mama Kitty’s fur to Susanne, who is adding it to a batch of pulp for our papermaking day June 14. She is going to show me how to make the paper and then let me go at it on my own all day. I’ve made the…
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I carved this stamp of Squirt today. Mama Kitty’s will be along soon. I think it will look good with dark brown ink on gold paper. Today I was playing with Lumiere metallic gold paint, the alphabet stamps that Rice gave me, and some stamps that I carved. I’m right pleased with this stamp.
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I am constantly stunned by the generosity and kindness of people. It makes me think that perhaps I should renounce my curmudgeonly ways. In my mailbox at work today, I found a copy of a short short story by Margaret Atwood, “Our Cat Enters Heaven,” from a recent book which I can’t believe I haven’t…
slowly she turned 