Cedar Writes

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  • The Errand is Always the Same

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    This is written in response to the below challenge at part of the Indie Ink Writing Challenge. You can check that out here: http://indieink.org/writing-challenges/. My challenger this week was Amy Labonte, and my challengee was Tobie.“The Errand is always the same: each presses on toward the nothingness into which the divided are drawn.” Pablo Neruda Every…

  • Repurposing

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    I am repurposing my former Mommy blog as my writing blog. I’m stretching my writerly wings, and although the kids are still my life, I needed this room for other things. The kids are on FaceBook, and the farm will be at http://sanborntonfarm.com until further notice. That is all! Stay tuned for more randomness in…

  • Pig Tractor

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    We have about an acre of land we’d like to regain from having gone fallow for almost ten years. And, this being New Hampshire, we have rocks. Lots of big, hidden rocks. So hiring a guy to come on in and till isn’t really an option. That, and we are veering toward a no-till, low-till…

  • Spring brings so much to the farm.

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    I think, based on so many little signs, that it might actually be spring. You see, we live far enough north that spring can be elusive some years. We’d had a patch of nice weather earlier, then Mother Nature played April Fools with us and dropped six inches of snow on the farm that day.…

  • Sugarbush Photo Journal

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    Sweet Work All this last month as we were setting up the taps, lines, and buckets to collect sap I was taking pictures. You can see the whole saga unfold at my Flickr account. Check out the slideshow feature!

  • Early Morning Reward

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    Life on a farm is early to bed, early to rise. I’ve lived this way all my life, and even when we weren’t actively farming it was a habit I used to be teased about. This morning I got up earlier than I needed to for work, and listening to the radio learned we were…

  • Working in the geenhouse

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    Actually, Dad informs me that it’s not a greenhouse, it’s a high tunnel. I’ll have to look up the difference, I suppose! The temps are high enough in there that he went ahead and planted peas (Dwarf Sugar Grey) and Lettuce (Quatro Santorio) in the cold frames. The soil temp was registering 42, so it’s…

  • Long day, but good in the end.

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    First and foremost, the daffodils are sending up little spears of green in the front flowerbed. Hope springs anew with them every year, but this year is a little different. A lot different. I made it all the way through February without the icy breath of depression blowing down the back of my neck. I…

  • Update

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    If anyone is still reading the blog… since I chit-chat mostly on FaceBook these days. The job I’d finally found two seeks ago is a no-starter, it was a product demonstrator , per diem position, and I wasn’t scheduled for this week and just found out that the district manager, to whom I reported, has…

  • I am thankful for… a flushing toilet.

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    Happy Thanksgiving! I know, you want to know why I am writing about toilets this morning, instead of the meal I am helping make, and the family who will be gathering here soon. My first time to hostess Thanksgiving, and the one toilet in the house is being repaired as I type… It all started…

  • Something different, Now that I am renewed and lifted up on wings of eagles…

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    Poor sad soul Thou unfortunate fool, Lost your way In life’s cold school. Now there’s no Going home in sunshine Only the gray to Hide your soft whine. Fog your mind And chill what’s left Of your bloody, Battered life weft. May there come A day you may see Woven there The whole you can…

  • Kitten on my lap is keeping me from moving! Halp!

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    I’m tired, and more or less biding my time. I can feel a story being born in my brain, but it is too young to have any shape yet. I wrote one this morning, all 4500 words of it, from beginning to end. It’s the first time in two years I have finished a tale,…