Cedar Writes

Tag: mother

  • First Fruits

    First Fruits

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    Cedar Sanderson
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    And the first harvest from the garden is gathered, in the gust front of the coming storm.  I do love a thunderstorm sweeping in, the rush of wind ahead of it tearing leaves from trees and tossing them like confetti. I’d gone out to walk the property and make sure all the doors were closed…

  • Work Gets the Best of Me

    Work Gets the Best of Me

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    Cedar Sanderson
    in ,

    This should be a relatively short post. I’m tired, which I expected, although today was better. I fit in a trip to the grocery and a walk with my daughter in after work. But I was contemplating something this morning, while I was at work bouncing around like a ferret on a pixie stick. I’m…