It’s time for an animal update from Canterbury. Yesterday we said good-bye to Alex, our beloved 14-year old sheep. (Pokey and Scout, the “babies” are still alive and well, although missing their companion.)
Alex died peacefully and was buried near Nicholas (yes, they were Nicholas and Alexandra) at the edge of our field. I can see [...]
But first, a poem — because any collection of words that includes the phrase “the high arc of midsummer” deserves to be repeated today. (As pretty much always, this is from The Writers Almanac):
First Cutting
by Susie Patlove
(from Quickening)
What is the hayfield in late afternoon
that it can fly in the face of time,
and light can be [...]
