I think sometimes, as we huddle inside our own thick farmhouse walls, we forget the magnificence of a rattling good storm. So glad you used that word, Will, to remind us. So much knowledge in this space that you so generously offer to us all. We are incredibly grateful as we enter this new year for the gift you gave us. Excited to follow the unfolding story of a year. Happy writing. Happy 2024.
I agree that a storm, despite the danger is always life confirming. When I walked out in eighty mile per hour winds, I kept my wits about me and was mindful of the potential of danger, but also carefree as I feel to hide away from the elements is to miss out of life. Thank you as always for your support here. I look forward to telling you some stories this year.
I love that you can take me to the country of my DNA in such an evocative way.
Being born on the other side of the world, my experience is of another world, I grow here like a transplant, and yet, somewhere on a deep, visceral level, your words take me to the world of my ancestors.
My old Dad (after The War and before he migrated to Oz) lived on a farm up near the northern end of the Welsh border. He was a gamekeeper.
Thankyou so much for your writing, I find it very special.
Sadly, he didn’t tell many stories. Too much trauma. That time for him was with his first wife who died too young, and also after walking thru France and Germany with an anti-aircraft gun. 😞
We only heard stories of his gun dog, Garry the Labrador, who used to walk to the village in the mornings and collect the paper for him!
Looking forward to the serialising. And thank you, I miss the rhythm of the bee year as we don’t keep them where we are now and it’s a pleasure to read about it
A strong storm is a thing essential in its wildness and unconcern with the little folk gambling about below. You conveyed the path of casual destruction most vividly! And I loved the saga of the bees...wonderful to learn more of their secret lives. Thank you!
I think sometimes, as we huddle inside our own thick farmhouse walls, we forget the magnificence of a rattling good storm. So glad you used that word, Will, to remind us. So much knowledge in this space that you so generously offer to us all. We are incredibly grateful as we enter this new year for the gift you gave us. Excited to follow the unfolding story of a year. Happy writing. Happy 2024.
I agree that a storm, despite the danger is always life confirming. When I walked out in eighty mile per hour winds, I kept my wits about me and was mindful of the potential of danger, but also carefree as I feel to hide away from the elements is to miss out of life. Thank you as always for your support here. I look forward to telling you some stories this year.
That sounds like heaven Will!
I love that you can take me to the country of my DNA in such an evocative way.
Being born on the other side of the world, my experience is of another world, I grow here like a transplant, and yet, somewhere on a deep, visceral level, your words take me to the world of my ancestors.
My old Dad (after The War and before he migrated to Oz) lived on a farm up near the northern end of the Welsh border. He was a gamekeeper.
Thankyou so much for your writing, I find it very special.
I’m so happy that you find a connection with my words and that it takes you elsewhere. Your Dad must have had some wonderful stories to tell.
Sadly, he didn’t tell many stories. Too much trauma. That time for him was with his first wife who died too young, and also after walking thru France and Germany with an anti-aircraft gun. 😞
We only heard stories of his gun dog, Garry the Labrador, who used to walk to the village in the mornings and collect the paper for him!
Vivid and wonderful…we follow yr footsteps!
Thank you Anna. I always feel so honoured that people appreciate what I do here.
Thank you for being a writer Will. You’re a fine storyteller, among other skills.
Thank you as always for your kind words.
Absolutely love your stories…. It’s all perfect!
Thank you Will 🙏
You’re very welcome.
Looking forward to the serialising. And thank you, I miss the rhythm of the bee year as we don’t keep them where we are now and it’s a pleasure to read about it
As always Mark, it’s a pleasure. The words sometimes don’t come, but when they do I’m so glad that they connect.
This is fantastic! Love the new layout for the year ahead.
I was pensive about the change, but it’s the right direction for me. Thank you for your encouragement.
In all my years, I had never come to the knowledge that bees need the honey that they make.
Not sure what I thought they made it for. Never thought of it at all.
Just assumed they made honey for humans to enjoy.
So, off I went to read up on what bees need honey for.
Thank you for educating me.
And for all the stories on here.
A tea garden! I need this!
Also loving that you consider your bees as family. And talk to them. 🐝
A strong storm is a thing essential in its wildness and unconcern with the little folk gambling about below. You conveyed the path of casual destruction most vividly! And I loved the saga of the bees...wonderful to learn more of their secret lives. Thank you!