Wednesday,The day greeted by a blood moon, Oct. 8 At dawn, a string of geese, the pink light of an early sun, tipping their wings. A cedar waxwing knocked dead…
Friday July 18, 2014 – Sunday July 20, 2014 It’s been a long summer waiting to drop our hay, waiting for four days straight of dry weather, and every week,…
The other night, when I walked the dogs it was so dark and so still, I could almost touch the air. Wind, trucks on the main road, jets over head,…
The hoar frost drifted off the trees this day, this rest day I had worked hard to earn by reading student work on the computer pretty much from afternoon through…
Some people say signs in the sky say something about what God is up to–hope or his sacrifice or judgement. I don’t know about that, but the gift to me…
The drifts were long fins, that reminded me of Cadillacs or the long ridges you see out west, called the same. The wind had drawn the snow along the ice…