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Archive for March, 2009

This is Diamond, my pony, who lived in the pasture where The Eye Tree grew. He hated the tree, or feared it.  At any rate, he never stood beneath it. No animal did.  They wouldn’t even go near it, unless they had to. I don’t know what she told them. I don’t think I want to [...]

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The first time I read these books, I was 15. I didn’t get much out of them besides that childbirth is scary, that it is easy to give away one’s virginity to a handsome and charismatic man, and that the Norwegian people of the 1300′s held many strong but strange beliefs. Eleven years later, I read them [...]

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My siblings and I were quite content to do the bidding of The Eye Tree. But there was someone who cared about us, who was not so happy with her ruling. This was Mom. She had dealt with her share of paranormal overr the years, and, from snatches of conversation with us, had gathered that [...]

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Emotions are funny things. Obejects with sentimental value, I’m finding, can get even stranger. For instance, I discovered last week that I’m attached to a boom truck. This is especially true in the early spring, when the purple mustard flowers start coming up thick, and baby cottontail rabbits peek out from under cedar trees and over-arching cheat grass. Grain [...]

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I got this challenge from a friend. Here are her instructions on how to create your very own, could-be-hilarious, definitely time-wasting album cover. I’m not sure I want to know who the people in the picture are. Then again, maybe I’d be surprised at their qualities, if  we got talking. Now then. What would you elect them  for?

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I have written these first two posts and a few more drafts successfully…but posts on this topic are getting harder to write. I guess the old spirits are averse to my confessing my knowledge. Before I get on with our reasons for building The Stick House, and other things related to it, I want you to know that we were [...]

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Will Will and I have been working at a place we meant to buy as of two years ago. Then life happened, and someone else bought it, moved on directly, and built a house…red brick, my favorite. The new house…new everything, pretty much.   The place had almost no buildings left on it, but it [...]

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I don’t have a picture of Kipling to show you, as I had not yet discovered the joys of camera ownership when I met him. I don’t really know what his name is, or if he ever had one. Kipling is just what I decided to call him. Kipling is a horse. He is a rather mysterious creature, dark grey, [...]

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Picture courtesy of: http://content.ornith.cornell.edu/UEWebApp/data/bin/orange_billed_nightengale_thrush.jpg I looked and looked for a poem I came across two years ago, which told about a nightingale who mis-sang a note, got embarrassed, then realized she had better keep on singing – doing what she was made for – even through her mistakes. Alas, I haven’t found the poem anywhere. But I [...]

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She is old now, and not so comely as was her wont. But she’s as vigilant as ever. This is The Eye Tree, as she looked in late fall of 2008. I met her when I was a gradeschooler; it’s not important exactly when. I know some of you have trees like this…or at least have been [...]

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Billy built this snowman – the first he has completed all by himself.  Yes, the eyes and buttons are real coal. With the cold coming on at least as heavy as it was in January, that is a bit of a sacrifice, from Will’s perspective – this using of coal on snowmen instead of in the cookstove. [...]

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Firstly, I apologize to anyone who saw this post yesterday, as I accidentally scheduled it, and then forgot I hadn’t written it. (Some people say I’m absent minded. Maybe they’re right.) Anyhow, here’s a quick version of what I wanted to say. Maybe I’ll improve on it later, and come back next week, and make sure it [...]

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Was Eric alone when he killed Roland? We thought so at first. Then, slowly, my sister and I, and our mother, were able to see more of the room in the pictures given to our minds. Through the broad west-facing window of the future bedroom looked in a face. The bedroom and window as it is today. It was an evil [...]

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