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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
Monthly Archives: April 2008
Conundrum
Those who know cairn terriers will not be surprised to learn that oftentimes there has been a bedtime patrol of the garden at speed and with much barking. This has caused great concern and I have been worried that the … Continue reading
Battered tree
Sometimes life scars us like this tree and like the cat. We just have to wait, hope and be patient. New leaves grow and scars heal.
In the wars
Fox has come off worst in what was presumably a fight between cats. He has lost a chunk of fur and skin on his forehead. Talk about looking like a gangster-cat! He has been to the vet today and the … Continue reading
Sit
Sit on the bank of a river in reality or in fantasy and watch the water flow. If you know how to look without reflections the river will speak not to your brain but to your heart creating a silence … Continue reading
Spring at last
Misty had her first paddle in the river; there are wood anemones in flower under the trees; a pair of blue-tits have set up house in the newly re-erected bird-box; and I was enticed out into the garden for an … Continue reading
That moment
The “Aha” moment of the day and a blessed one at that. A pair of goldfinches visiting the garden feeder. They are a rare sight here at the Dalamory Homestead. Where I used to live on the island of Seil, … Continue reading
It’s the season
The tick season is upon us. How come Fox can be de-ticked one minute, go out the cat-flap and come back in half an hour later needing done again? We have a lot of deer round here, so I am … Continue reading