The other day, Bruce and I drove to the next county west of us, to pick up our quarter beef. I like to think that animal ate some of the…
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Today I’m writing about some things around the farm. I may post a few more of these as I’ve got some fun pictures stacked up. I may post a little…
There’s a whisper off to the east, of storm clouds I can barely see behind the clouds. I miss the thunder heads that roared up from the south and the…
Sometime in the middle of May, our hay field billows with grass and clover and dandelions. Bruce traipsed to the bottom of the field and sprayed thistles, what our county…
Celebrating April Winter has lain heavy on me. Even on cozy days with snow falling, inviting me to read, I’d read a page and drift into sad, lonely thoughts. To…
The world is tipping towards darkness, where the moon, when she’s not covered with clouds reigns, and Orion throws his thigh over the eastern horizon. He mounts the sky when…
Sometimes rain comes flouncing in –a drama queen, a prom queen, maybe even a bride, full of flounce and rustle. She throws her arms out, shakes her boobies. Sometimes she…
After a fresh snowfall, where the wind hasn’t shoved snow around our yard, I’ve followed fresh coyote tracks wandering through the horse’s paddock. He ducks through the fence, heading towards…
Sometimes you come across a professional who is more like Jesus than most Christians because of the practical care he shows when you’re up against something truly awful. I had…
I woke up on New Year’s Eve filled with dread. It seems almost useless to force hope onto a change of calendar, though I understand when a year has swollen…