Doors, gates, doors, been thinking about doors for a month or so. I see the gate our neighbor closed to his 300 acres so cattle could walk in there and…
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Just as we were thinking about making supper, headlights slowed, then pulled in our driveway. We thought it was our neighbor to the east who sometimes stops to chat with Bruce,…
Orion is slinging his leg over the horizon about the time I step out to walk the dogs. He is huge, leaning next to the horizon. Last spring, he left…
I felt washed out this week, even though the air has been prancing and snorting and throwing down rain, full of joy. The storm started with dense fog that softened…
“He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more,” (Job 7:10 NIV) Bruce said when I remarked at how sad auctions are. “I remember…
“Then the trees of the forest will sing, they will sing for joy before the LORD, for he comes to judge the earth.” I read this as part of my…
“They’ll be all right,” I thought, since my chickens were roosting on the half wall by my pony, Tessie. “They’re in the barn. They’ll be safe.” I switched off the…
May 7 or 8, 2015. Morgen itches–her neck, her rump, her spine, her udder. I’ve seen her poke her head through a fence in the middle of the paddock, when…
Sometimes I wish times were simpler, where we could leave our doors unlocked, unafraid someone would break in and rob us. But times are not that simple, and maybe never…
My perceptions are tinctured with fear, so let me tell you a story about a horse that scared me. Morgen arrived between snowstorms that were so bad I didn’t…