He just settled back down to sleep. 7:20, the school bus comes. He jumps up, the futon shaking, and barks loudly at the small, hooded figures with backpacks, their parents shadily waiting in their cars, probably planning on breaking into … Continue reading Before You Get a Great Pyrenees (or any dog)
We have had unlikely farm dogs. We had Windsor for eighteen years. He was completely devoted to the children. He also peed on the kitchen floor every day of his life. Our greyhound, Bumble, was a great family dog. He lounged on … Continue reading Farmdog Needed. Inquire Within.
This house speaks in whispers telling of past families and memories. It so fills me with inspiration every time we pass it. I want to live there, to make a fire in the hearth, to grow something in the solarium. I want to hang clothes on the line and tend to the chickens. This 1907 house is supposedly inhabited by six people according to the internet but it looks abandoned. Short stories and poems flow from its bones and I long to start a garden and trim the weeds so that one can see the wrought iron gate as they pass the … Continue reading House of Dreams, Raccoons, and Riches