The farmers are on the move. Finally. It’s been a cold week, as chilling as any week in the middle of the winter, with a few mornings of frost, and…
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Early, when I’m doing chores I notice but don’t notice: the wood walls of the barn. The manger where I set dusty grooming tools. The shavings pushed back in Mrs…
Sometimes it seems like our whole culture is aligned against the deep commitments of a marriage that lasts over many years. There are rough patches that can last months, that…
The Week of April 12, 2026 The willows are alive with red wing black birds. A squirrel ran across the road. Aiden alerted and pulled hard on the leash. I…
The Ring We need to get you something for Christmas,” Bruce said. Christmas gifts can be difficult here. “I’d like to get you an Oura ring.” He’d seen the slick…
Was it Angels or Merely Sun rays? Does it matter? The sky slanted– gray shafts cloud to cloud streaming silver bars looked like angels, not the kind with wings blooming…
I walk up to the Peterson farm just to hear the wind in the trees in their dooryard, the pines especially. There’s an old apple tree that has a big…
February 4, 2026 Last night the contrails looked like pick up sticks tossed out on the floor. And then there’s the challenge to pick them up without disturbing them. Then…
The following are poems that sprang out of my journal. I’ve been taking a class in contemplative writing that has brought me back to the smarts opening the gate for…
Sunday, March 8, 2026 The wind is brisk this morning. The sky so clear and clean I could see the faded gibbous moon off to the east. When the moon…