In the days before we cut our hay I remembered how I used to run into our hayfields and flop down looking at the clouds and hay towering over me….
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Advent Be broken, O peoples, and be shattered; And give ear, all remote places of the earth. Gird yourselves, yet be shattered; Gird yourselves, yet be shattered Devise a plan but it will…
A few weeks ago the farm came alive again with men working. Bruce looked at the barn, paint chipping off every time it rained, and said he didn’t want to…
It’s been a long harvest this year, with crops around here not dry enough to pull out of the field when we had our dry spell. Unless you’re making silage,…
1. I miss the pet rooster in the barn at night. I’d walk in there and he’d be roosting on the wrong hay bale. I mean a bale I was…
When we did our taxes in Oakbrook, Bruce and I met up with the wonderful writer and blogger, LB Johnson and her “Partner in Grime”. I wasn’t sure what we’d…
May Spring walloped me upside the head. All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep. I was tapped out by the bright washed beauty springing out of the…
During Holy Week, Jesus mourned over the destruction he saw coming to Jerusalem. His beautiful city wrecked. The Temple where Heaven met Earth taken apart stone by stone. People butchered….
It feels like a triumph, this past Valentine’s day when neither Bruce nor I cared to celebrate. A day later, neither one of us has given the other our cards….
Christmas runs a finger along the cracks in my soul, so they splinter and spread like windshield glass that a pebble has struck. It lays a hand on my love…