The leaves on the sugar maple in my front pasture are turning crimson. For years, I've watched this process, noticing that this particular tree changes its leaves directly from green to red
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I have thirteen open tabs in Chrome. One is a YouTube video on body language that I want my students to watch before they start job interviews upon graduation. We talk a lot about body language
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I sat down last weekend and made my Christmas lists. Christmas shopping. Christmas goals. Taking some inspiration from a blogger I follow--Karen at The Art of Doing Stuff--I decided
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Kniggett stood perfectly for shearing. He always had; every shearing since his first, Kniggett stood rooted more than tied. He seemed to enjoy having his hot wool stripped off row by row,
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"Oooph...Her teeth are a mess." Doc shone her headlight into Violetta's jaw and gestured for me to take a look. Pronounced under-bite aside, she had jagged edges, uneven wear, and several
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It's been one of "those" days. You know the ones... It's the sort of day that feels a bit like three. Nothing goes catastrophically wrong, but things don't go quite right either. Minor
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"Ok," I said, "tell me why this wouldn't work." John, God bless the man, was standing in my chicken coop with an ice breaker, chipping away at the mass of chicken shit and ice that was preventing
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You know that moment? The one that comes when you are trying desperately to be professional? To pass for a calm, cool, collected businessperson? Perhaps while you're at a bank, finishing a
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I spent part of this evening cleaning up around the house. As usual, I couldn't really stay on task. I wandered. Washing sheets from one room. Picking up in another. I clean like an ADHD
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This is me. This is me on an almost 90 degree day, after shearing nine of my llamas over the course of about two hours. This is me sweaty and exhausted. Covered in tiny bits of wool.