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Crispy Campfire
As much as I’ve been spending time fine-tuning my campfire cooking skills, I’ve been thinking about all the small ways that effort has translated into a bit of backyard humour, too. Having a teenage daughter helps. She often and candidly points out all my shortcomings. Free of charge. “I’m embarrassed for you, dad.” Or more
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Spring Snow
It’s the latter half of May and after weeks of sitting in the backyard sun, cooking out on the campfire grill, starting the garden work, and contemplating the birds, bugs, and flowers, it snowed last night. It snowed a heap. So much for spring. Well, for today, at least. Of course, I stepped out into
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Misinformed
the momenta treefalls in the forestcrashesbreaking branchesthrashing limbscracking woodmakes a soundheard by just onewitnesswho tells the story to friendswho were not therean audienceunable to confirmthe momentthe noisethe disruption to the peace of the forestexaggeratedamplifiedby wordsfeelingshunchesfearsmisrepresenting andunable to preciselyarticulatethe moment – bardo I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and
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Sylvan
This language of mine is so filled with clever words meant to precisely describe many things. Other words have meanings that are soft, fluid and flexible that they are used to describe concepts so vast as to make the boundaries of those definitions fuzzy and flexible. To me, sylvan feels like on of those words.
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firewood
the fate of a tree brings a curious twiststarting as seed on wind, through misttucked into the soilspattered with rainsprouting and growing new heights to attainshrugging snow, budding leafbasking summers often briefsunlit evenings casting long shadowsbrilliant colours before even more snowsyear after year, decades pass, seasons withdrawuntil fate arrives as a windor a flameor a