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The Little Girl was helping the Gardener water the flower beds before it became too hot. He always called her Little Maid & was very sweet to her. When they'd finished, they sat on the old Victorian lion bench in the sun & had what he called a Dewbit,
July 8, 2025 at 5:48 PM
The Little Girl was helping the Gardener water the flower beds before it became too hot. He always called her Little Maid & was very sweet to her. When they'd finished, they sat on the old Victorian lion bench in the sun & had what he called a Dewbit,
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Ermine was showing Sea Otter some huge, cloth-bound art books she'd collected from her flat in London.
One of the artists was Hashimoto Kansetsu – a wonderful portraitist, she said to Sea Otter. My friend lives very close to his house in Kyoto, it has the most beautiful gardens.
One of the artists was Hashimoto Kansetsu – a wonderful portraitist, she said to Sea Otter. My friend lives very close to his house in Kyoto, it has the most beautiful gardens.
July 3, 2025 at 12:45 PM
Ermine was showing Sea Otter some huge, cloth-bound art books she'd collected from her flat in London.
One of the artists was Hashimoto Kansetsu – a wonderful portraitist, she said to Sea Otter. My friend lives very close to his house in Kyoto, it has the most beautiful gardens.
One of the artists was Hashimoto Kansetsu – a wonderful portraitist, she said to Sea Otter. My friend lives very close to his house in Kyoto, it has the most beautiful gardens.
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Pine Marten & Old Fox were sitting together having tea & toast-and-butter in the parlour. Pine Marten had been very quiet, then suddenly said, Where do we go, after we die, Old Fox?
A very beautiful place, said Old Fox, where there is no fear nor cruelty nor regret nor pain.
A very beautiful place, said Old Fox, where there is no fear nor cruelty nor regret nor pain.
June 15, 2025 at 11:24 AM
Pine Marten & Old Fox were sitting together having tea & toast-and-butter in the parlour. Pine Marten had been very quiet, then suddenly said, Where do we go, after we die, Old Fox?
A very beautiful place, said Old Fox, where there is no fear nor cruelty nor regret nor pain.
A very beautiful place, said Old Fox, where there is no fear nor cruelty nor regret nor pain.
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June 4, 2025 at 2:12 PM
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In better news, I saw a cute little bunny on my morning walk
June 14, 2025 at 2:24 PM
In better news, I saw a cute little bunny on my morning walk
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Pine Marten had managed a nice hot bath & was tucked back up in bed.
Old Fox brought up his supper on a tray, mushrooms on buttery toast & cherry orchard cake with custard to follow and lit the oil lamps and the room was golden and full of love and a quiet happiness.
Old Fox brought up his supper on a tray, mushrooms on buttery toast & cherry orchard cake with custard to follow and lit the oil lamps and the room was golden and full of love and a quiet happiness.
June 13, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Pine Marten had managed a nice hot bath & was tucked back up in bed.
Old Fox brought up his supper on a tray, mushrooms on buttery toast & cherry orchard cake with custard to follow and lit the oil lamps and the room was golden and full of love and a quiet happiness.
Old Fox brought up his supper on a tray, mushrooms on buttery toast & cherry orchard cake with custard to follow and lit the oil lamps and the room was golden and full of love and a quiet happiness.
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The Elderly Squirrel was having a long nap in a deckchair at the end of his garden, where it edged the drowsy river.The weather was thundery & close. He could hear the lapping of the water & the sounds of Old Fox's cottage.Wolf's laughter, faint gramophone music, Old Fox's steady, kind voice beyond.
June 12, 2025 at 11:49 AM
The Elderly Squirrel was having a long nap in a deckchair at the end of his garden, where it edged the drowsy river.The weather was thundery & close. He could hear the lapping of the water & the sounds of Old Fox's cottage.Wolf's laughter, faint gramophone music, Old Fox's steady, kind voice beyond.
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The Little Girl's Aunt had a splitting headache. It had been coming on all day and had finally defeated her. She went upstairs to her bedroom, took two aspirin and lay underneath the cool silk eiderdown on the top of her bed.
June 10, 2025 at 4:14 PM
The Little Girl's Aunt had a splitting headache. It had been coming on all day and had finally defeated her. She went upstairs to her bedroom, took two aspirin and lay underneath the cool silk eiderdown on the top of her bed.
Baby Bunnies waiting for mom to return.
June 11, 2025 at 12:58 AM
Baby Bunnies waiting for mom to return.
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The Elderly Squirrel's left hip hurt and he couldn't get very far without his stick, but each morning he still walked to the village shops and back. Buying a few rations for the day, sending a letter or two to equally elderly friends back in India, withdrawing his somewhat meagre pension.
June 3, 2025 at 1:39 PM
The Elderly Squirrel's left hip hurt and he couldn't get very far without his stick, but each morning he still walked to the village shops and back. Buying a few rations for the day, sending a letter or two to equally elderly friends back in India, withdrawing his somewhat meagre pension.
Barbara C.’s Swans
May 31, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Barbara C.’s Swans
May 31, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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Old Fox had been out since dawn with a stout willow basket gathering ingredients for his teas, tinctures & syrups, his wines, liniments & poultices. Elderflower, cow parsley, sweet woodruff, hawthorn, mallow, goose-grass & thundering great nettles full green of iron-spit-cure.
May 28, 2025 at 6:19 PM
Old Fox had been out since dawn with a stout willow basket gathering ingredients for his teas, tinctures & syrups, his wines, liniments & poultices. Elderflower, cow parsley, sweet woodruff, hawthorn, mallow, goose-grass & thundering great nettles full green of iron-spit-cure.
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It was Rogation-tide, when the land was blessed and the ancient bounds of the parish were beaten, every gospel oak and half-forgotten brook and fielden edge remembered and passed down the generations.
May 26, 2025 at 8:57 AM
It was Rogation-tide, when the land was blessed and the ancient bounds of the parish were beaten, every gospel oak and half-forgotten brook and fielden edge remembered and passed down the generations.
Hudson River School of art inspired
May 25, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Hudson River School of art inspired
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May 6, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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Wishing everyone moments of sublime peace in May, feeling the wind in your hair, the sun on your skin, listening to the bees.
That lovely May, Old Fox would leave the cottage each morning & slip into the quiet lanes, overgrown now with cow parsley, Adder's flower & stitchwort. He went a little further each day, often along the Barrows & down to Chesil Beach, where the wind blew soft & warm from the sea.
April 30, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Wishing everyone moments of sublime peace in May, feeling the wind in your hair, the sun on your skin, listening to the bees.
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Waiting for the postman, who is a little late calling at our cottage today, gives me a moment to recall this charming vignette by @annelouiseavery.bsky.social, published originally in 2020, when the world was a different place in so many ways.
#OldFox #MayDay
#OldFox #MayDay
May 1, 2025 at 1:19 PM
Waiting for the postman, who is a little late calling at our cottage today, gives me a moment to recall this charming vignette by @annelouiseavery.bsky.social, published originally in 2020, when the world was a different place in so many ways.
#OldFox #MayDay
#OldFox #MayDay
Spring on the Hudson
May 2, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Spring on the Hudson
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That lovely May, Old Fox would leave the cottage each morning & slip into the quiet lanes, overgrown now with cow parsley, Adder's flower & stitchwort. He went a little further each day, often along the Barrows & down to Chesil Beach, where the wind blew soft & warm from the sea.
April 30, 2025 at 8:58 PM
That lovely May, Old Fox would leave the cottage each morning & slip into the quiet lanes, overgrown now with cow parsley, Adder's flower & stitchwort. He went a little further each day, often along the Barrows & down to Chesil Beach, where the wind blew soft & warm from the sea.
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Shooting birds is not a "sport"; it's a cruel and outdated pastime that has no place in a modern, compassionate society.
April 24, 2025 at 10:00 AM
Shooting birds is not a "sport"; it's a cruel and outdated pastime that has no place in a modern, compassionate society.