Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – Serial – The Fold – Part One by D. Avery

Welcome to the new series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

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I am delighted to share the first post from the archives of D.Avery who is the author of three short story and poetry collections.  I have selected a wonderful serial that I am going to share over the four posts from D’s archives, as it demonstrates her wonderful writing and I hope you will head over to her blog… and buy her books to read more.

The Fold  by D. Avery



These green mountains had never held her the way they held him. She’d always chafed at the constrictions of hill farming, pined for open range. With dual citizenship his wife could be anywhere; Texas, Alberta, anywhere her wild western dreams led. He wouldn’t look.

He was pioneering right here, innovating with heirloom breeds and traditional farming methods. He raised Highland cattle for meat, but kept one as a milk cow, another tradition for this loyal breed. These Scottish Longhorns were hardy and independent, but also good-natured and reliable, good mothers.

He’d be here with his fold should she return.


The Return

“You’re back. How far’d you get?”

“Far enough to figure some things out.”


“Figured out they don’t have as many seasons out west. If they have deer season, you’d hardly know it. They never heard of sugarin’ or mud season. I wanna settle in for mud season.”

“You came back because you wanna be here when the roads turn to shit?”

“Early April, right?”

“Yup. Lotta my Highland heifers are due to calve ‘bout then.”

“I figure that’s my time too. We’re pregnant.”


He’d seen rangy heifers become content after calving. He embraced his wife, thankfully, hopefully.


First Cut

“Did I hurt you when I left?”

They were sprawled on the grass in the pasture that overlooked the house, the barn that held the first cut of hay. She stroked the baby’s dark hair as she nursed.

“Yup. Hurt a lot.”

“I’ve always been a bolter. It’s like I can’t help it after a while.”


The baby sighed and fell asleep against her. “I never was scared before though.”

“You were scared?”

“Afraid I’d gone too far. That I wouldn’t be able to come back. To you.”

His arm around her was strong, gentle. “I’m always here.”


He stood on the porch, watching the storm rolling over the mountain, trees bowing before it, excited leaves anxiously twisting and turning on their stems, murmuring at the rumbles of thunder. Soon it would rain.

The Highlands would be fine. The calves were healthy, feeding well, the new mothers patient and fiercely protective.

Quietly, he went back inside where she had fallen asleep on the couch. He sat before the sleeping baby in the bassinet, still awestruck. Would that feeling ever go away?

Would she ever leave again?

“Hey”, she whispered. “How’s Hope?”

“She’s a light in the storm.”



Hope pushed her toy tractor in the dirt in front of the porch.

“What ya plantin’ Hope?”

“Daddy! There’s no planter attached!”

“You’re right. Again. So, what are you doing, just riding around on the tractor?”

“Yes. I am going away for awhile.”

“Oh, I see.” He sat quickly on the step, leaning weakly against the post, watching his daughter push the tractor away from him, providing a high gear noise for it. Then she geared down and maneuvered it back to the step where she parked her toy and sat beside him.

“Daddy, when’s Mommy coming back?”




“Hope, listen.”

“The loons!”

“A mommy, a daddy, and a baby loon live on the lake.”

“I know.”

“The mommy and daddy loon call out to each other, let each other know where they’re fishing.”

“I know that, Daddy.”

“Both the mommy and the daddy loon take care of the baby. They both built and sat the nest, both fish for the chick, protect it, teach it.”

“I know that, Daddy.”

“Did you know that sometimes one of the adults leaves and goes to fish on another lake?”

“Just like us, ‘cept we live on a farm.”

“I know.”

To be continued…………………………………….

©D.Avery 2018

Books by D.Avery

One of the recent reviews for Chicken Shift on Goodreads

Feb 01, 2019 Ritu Bhathal rated it Five Stars

Made me giggle. A whole poetry book, crammed with verses about chickens crossing roads!
Loved this one:

A chicken crossed the road, as happens now and then
Philosophers and passersby
Did their bit and wondered why
But the farmer wondered how it escaped the pen.

Read the reviews and buy the books:

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About D. Avery

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?”. Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

From the author

I live on an island off the coast of Massachusetts with a husband and a cat. I am a teacher of middle school mathematics. I enjoy kayaking, yard-saling and reading. I sometimes write. People sometimes read what I write. ShiftnShake is a place for you to read some of my writing.

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Thank you for dropping in today and please join D. Avery again next Saturday for the next installment.

23 thoughts on “Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – Serial – The Fold – Part One by D. Avery

  1. Wow, I learned something from this. I did not know that Ritu had left a review of Chicken Shift at Amazon. Thank you Ritu!
    I also didn’t know I was linked to Goodreads; I am not a member, and don’t know anything about it. So if you click to there from here, there’s no there there.

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  2. Pingback: Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – The Fold Part Two by D. Avery | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

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