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It was a good night’s sleep at Refuge Farm. That said, it took two layers of eiderdown to maintain the bubble of warmth in our beds. It was a struggle to maintain warmth against cold. Splash let out something that sounded like a giggle. Looking over at the little weather monitor in the great room, […]
Editor’s Note: Snow visited the Dismal Swamp with a sweep of moist tropical air. colliding with Canada’s frozen gusts. It caused the Muse to visit Arrias. Higher in the Piedmont, what was snow has been transformed by a dagger of adamant chill into adamant ice. The enforced solitude of the elements has produced activity from […]
Editor’s Note: The recent chill affects us all in this swath of the Eastern Seaboard. Marlow provides his take on the events which paved our highway and the way we drive upon it now. – Vic We seem to be endlessly watching America’s leaders and opinion makers in suave put-together outfits, inhabiting well staged scenes, […]
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(USS Kitty Hawk (CV-63) in her last visit to Hong Kong. She is now being towed from her berth at Bremerton, WA, to Texas to be dismantled and turned into razor blades, or whatever they do with parts of these grand old ladies these days. She was a good ship.) There was a sort of […]
Editor’s Note: We are awash with projects in the Writer’s Section at Refuge Farm. The Chairman is sensitive to the vitriol in our public lives, something previously unknown in the seven decades of his life as a citizen. An active participant in some of the history of these times, it is hard for him to […]
Author’s Note: This is a rear oblique screen capture of last summer’s weird season when the absence and presence of cravings descended upon me during the rising tsunami of Delta. Of course, your mileage may have varied. -Marlow PS What the hell — Still Alive and Well! A portion of our last southernmost mango harvest […]
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We greet the day under a lapis sky, full moon slowly sets, Pale gold line in the east, around me trees – looming silhouettes. Frozen grass crunches underfoot, the dogs search for a scent, But nary a smell, nary a sound to disturb the firmament. The Sun now rising, above, the stars begin to fade, […]