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 |   The simplicity of my day to day. |
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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| Use these words in your entry today: literature, reason, coma, half, go, curl and determine. When we speak of literature people’s thoughts may go immediately to the great writers and poets. But literature covers so many things. There’s low brow, pulp fiction, comics and newspapers, it’s all literature. Some say they never read. Of course that’s not true. It can’t be. Everyone has a reason to read. The contents of a bottle or can, or the ingredients needed for a recipe. It would be terrible not to be able to read for some reason.I know there are many who struggle to read and I have volunteered to assist people with reading, which I found to be very satisfying. There’s nothing nicer than to curl up with a good book on a cold rainy day. Or at night in bed, before slipping into a sleepy coma, to read a few chapters. I often determine I will read more books, as all writers should, but half my reading time is taken up with WdC! |
Use these random words in your entry: tactic, soak, cow, issue, tax, heavy, and strong. On my daily walk I often see a cow, in fact two cows now she’s had her calf. We don’t live anywhere near a farm; we live in bush where there’s little to no grass in the summer. When this neighbour bought the cow, I thought it wouldn’t be happy or have enough to eat. Yet I’ve been proved wrong, she has no issue at all with her surroundings, she loves it in her orchard along with her friend the white horse and has since given birth to a cute calf which is now getting heavy and strong. She is happier though in the winter when some grass grows amongst the trees and the rain can soak the ground, which must be better for her hoofs. I did wonder if the neighbour had decided to purchase the cow as some kind of tactic to avoid paying land tax on a vacant piece of land, declaring it as being used for farming. Who knows? But the sight each day of her big brown eyes when she comes to the fence with her horsey friend brightens my walk. |
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