Farming/Nature
Typewriters and Turtles
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I have a big hulking typewriter that lives near my desk.
The Suffield Observer (https://thesuffieldobserver.com/author/abby-wolcott/)
It all started a few months ago when we heard the pitter patter of feet above our heads.
My dad was a big fan of the San Francisco Giants, and he passed that on to the four of us kids.
March is here, and the local amphibians are awakening and calling their mates.
It is February, so, I have the theme song from Love Story circulating in my head and am seeking out that red beret that Ali McGraw wore so well back in the 70s when she and Oliver Barrett broke our hearts.
I am worried about screen time. And as I toddle around, sometimes I feel that the cards are stacked against those of us who are.
These are quieter days as we take to the woods.
No one wants to talk to me on the phone. I am abrupt and dismissive and always trying to hang up.
Growing up with a bunch of older brothers, I know something about being a tattletale.