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A Waiting Place
A Waiting Place
Memoir, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneApril 27, 2021grief, loss, springtime, ranch life, Nancy
Growing
Growing
MemoirCyn CarboneApril 18, 2021Nancy, orchard, plants, eldercre, getting old, ranch life
What I Do
What I Do
Memoir, Quarantine Diary, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneApril 12, 2021tide chart, low tide, ranch life, quarantine diary, retirement, idleness
Saturday Morning
Saturday Morning
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMarch 27, 2021memoir, quarantine diary, Saturdays, chicago, bicycles
Strangely Beautiful
Strangely Beautiful
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMarch 22, 2021quarantine diary, Santa Barbara
The Best Day
The Best Day
Memoir, Nature, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneMarch 13, 2021memoir, quarantine diary
Suddenly Seventy
Suddenly Seventy
Memoir, Ranch Life, Quarantine Diary, On WritingCyn CarboneMarch 10, 2021birthdays, seventy, Derek Walcott, ranch life, wisdom, frienship, life lessons, Patricia Hampl, Montaigne
Happiness?
Happiness?
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMarch 1, 2021happiness, quarantine diary, ranch life
3 A.M. Risotto
3 A.M. Risotto
Memoir, Quarantine Diary, Small PleasuresCyn CarboneFebruary 19, 2021quarantine diary, joy, memoir, ranch life, memories, Mars landing
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Lines and reflections Fog at play. A hike with friends...foolproof remedy for the blues. We’re fortified now. A storied old house: “Outdoors the wind./Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.” (Louis Macniece) We ran into a skeleton, a miniature mule, and Milly today. I’m obsessed. Can you blame me?! Looking out towards Gaviota Peak the fog considers a comeback Ranch roads on this late summer morning... veterinary lesson best kind of welcome red vein Well, THIS was unexpected. And this is how we are getting to know the infinitely fascinating and oh-so-faraway Felix...sigh. When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in th In a dark time the eye begins to see (Roethke) a walk adorned by swirls of fog The shy return of clouds.
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
— Mary Oliver
 

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