Decorating With Notes of Spring

The air has a slightly different feel to it.  A different scent.  The cold is still there.  I bundle up as I go out to do chores.  But there is a tinge of something else upon the morning breath.  Life.  Spring.  By all indications, it is still the dead of winter, but I sense it. …

The Trail Back

  Thrilling.  I gave away my bike six years after moving to the country.  Busy highway thoroughfares and dirt roads and small towns with steep hills don’t make for good leisure driving.  This time last year we were checking on pregnant does and watching our chickens taking dust baths on such a  beautiful day as…

A Feast for the Senses on an Urban Homestead

I put the kettle on. I am oddly consoled flipping the switch to turn on the fireplace. The sound of the dryer after nine years naught reverberates softly. I sip tea and watch the moon drift silently away above the rose hued mountain top in the early morning dawn. What shall I do now in my…