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,…
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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…
As I sit down to write, I don’t have much to say. I’ve retired from teaching college students because I didn’t have much to say to them either. It’s not…
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…
The End of July We were watching junk TV, a guilty pleasure I look forward to every Monday night. During a commercial break I walked out to check on the horses…
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…