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| The barn area in winter |
Such is the story of my life, thanks to my monkey mind constantly reaching out for new branches to swing from: I'm behind on everything I'm working on, there aren't enough hours in the day or energy in this old corpus to catch up, and yet ... Here I go, adding another self-imposed obligation in the form of a new blog. I maintain a couple (three or four or five, maybe) of other blogs, primarily focusing on my Arizona history blog Just West of My Heart, but there are just so many topics I want to cover outside those forums. The world around me is too intriguing, too appealing, too daunting and dazzling to ignore, and every day seems to produce another interesting little nugget to share. Where to write about the goat hut I made for the ingrate ungulates? Where to rant about the endless stream of mishaps and ill fortune? Where to share pictures of the roadrunners who carefully crafted a nest next to the workshop, or the lifelong learning process that IS gardening in this dry, windy, scorched plot of earth I call Rancho Chupacabra?
And so here I am, setting up another format to share woes and wonders and whoas and wildlife. In recent months I began journaling some of the goings-on here at the ranch, hand-writing notes alongside my watercolor artwork, and I was pleased to find that a lot of people on Twitter (I just cannot call it "X") connected with those entries in some way. I will reproduce some of those entries here as well, but will also have a more practical means of sharing photographs and DIY tidbits as well.
By way of introduction, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Marcy J. Miller, an Arizona native and retired police lieutenant. I'm a writer with six books behind me and three (or four or five or six) in the works at present, and I share an 86-acre patch of desert east of Tombstone, Arizona with a batch of horses, mules, a donkey, a cow, dogs, cats, peahens, poultry, goats, and goldfish. It is a quiet and isolated place, where I often go days without talking to another human (husband person excluded), and it can be simultaneously a daunting and delightful existence. This is, in a way, a continuation of my hand-written journal, a compendium of happenings and epiphanies, a letter to my friends out there, and a sometime screaming into the void.
Thanks for coming by. I hope you'll subscribe; that is flattering and rewarding. I hope you'll leave a comment; that is a way of feeling connected. And most of all I hope you enjoy my shared thoughts and experiences and images.
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