Monday, April 14 Despite how cold it’s been the farmers are on the move. I walked out to air that bit my nose. I walked into wind blowing as hard…
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Through the years, I’ve remembered the hard parts about growing up in my family. Sometimes I think the good times are more private, too precious to share. Even before my…
March 31, 2025 I walk into the cold, not dressed for it–no vest under my coat, my gloves mere calfskin. My hands are stiff and red by the time I…
Sometime Around March 18,2025 Two red wing blackbirds settled on twigs as I walked back towards the turn towards home. It’s good to see them again, to see them eyeing…
I don’t know why I got to thinking about Del Logan. But it’s almost as though she came through the cloud of witnesses to sit beside me. This doesn’t happen….
I delight in squirrels running the trees, jumping from one to the other, sometimes dropping ten feet from one twig to an another. They curl around each other, fighting. I…
Lore Ferguson Wilbert in The Understory writes about the grief of losing friends because of politics, a relative abused people in the church, and the old, deep sorrow of her…
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…
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…
Pretty quick after my horse Tessie died, the tuxedo cat showed up. We first saw him rooting around the hayfield, hunting for mice and gophers. Feral cats are welcome because…