Prolonged

Re-entering the village

I used the word ‘cusp’ when I actually meant ‘tail’.

Oct 8, 2023 • Adele Stafford

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April 2023

To the sea

My early formative years were mostly spent two doors up from a harbor with salt marsh perfume ever cloying the molasses air.

Apr 7, 2023 • Adele Stafford

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March 2023

Run anyway

Righting your story

Mar 8, 2023 • Adele Stafford

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January 2023

A winter residency

Three weeks of unimaginative weather have left me feeling like a reflection of the sky- sullen, flint grey with just enough teasing of the sun to remind…

Jan 3, 2023 • Adele Stafford

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December 2022

Hello, fifty

There is a long standing joke in my family that I am always sick for my birthday.

Dec 14, 2022 • Adele Stafford

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November 2022

Paper chain

As if winter heard my relentless siren song, she arrived with gusto, blanketing the hillside as we watched from our bedroom window like giddy children…

Nov 22, 2022 • Adele Stafford

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Invisible

The sky is low slung today as rain gathers to the West, inching towards us for a late afternoon greeting.

Nov 11, 2022 • Adele Stafford

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Rain check

We pull out of the driveway under a jet black sky, tremoring until heat rises from the vents and we can shed our hats and mittens.

Nov 4, 2022 • Adele Stafford

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October 2022

Live not as a grim duty

More leaves are gone than remain as our gentle mountain surround turns mostly see-through.

Oct 27, 2022 • Adele Stafford

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Wanted: Allies

I awaken long before daylight and relish in curling up, like a cat, snug against my husband’s broad back.

Oct 19, 2022 • Adele Stafford

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Time to rest

On a morning ramble through the vegetable garden this week, I winced.

Oct 13, 2022 • Adele Stafford

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Self

So the tale goes, my first fully formed word beyond 'dada’ and ‘mama’ was ‘self’, but uttered with great theatrical emphasis so more like ‘SELF’.

Oct 4, 2022 • Adele Stafford

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