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,…
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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…
While I am sitting inside, watching Lake Michigan curl round over and over as the water dances with the shore, Bruce is doing his best to take care of my…
Every morning I walk the dogs down to the corner of our road and look at the electric wires on one side and the long phone wire looped in the…
Ever since we moved to the farm, I’ve wanted to set out our housewarming gift, a cedar bird feeder. I wanted to see blue jays, gold finches, rose-colored grosbeaks, and…