Win, Lose, TBD
Yesterday late in the afternoon, I heard another of those sickening thumps on one of the greenhouse windows in our dining room. After days of rain, the sun had come out, making it harder for birds to distinguish windows from forest. I looked on the deck near the...
Making Home
“Housekeeping is home’s daily chores of faith, hope, and love. It doesn’t hold out for what might never be. Instead, it wrings good from what is.” -Jen Pollock Michel I reach for a book, wipe dust off the top, pile it on the previous one, and reach for...
Firsts, Lasts, Always
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 On Saturday afternoon, Heathcliff and I headed down...
Making Lists
This morning, the sun out competed the clouds and burned off pockets of fog. A cool breeze rustled the lush vegetation surrounding our house. I checked our rain gauge. Three inches. Good day to pull weeds, I thought, scrub floors, wash the dogs, do laundry, and...
Sense, Sensibility, and Stretching
Thunderstorms brought rain and fog to the mountain last week. Despite the gloom, our mountain laurels blossomed in what little sunshine we had. New growth thrived in the shade. Because of the weather, I sat at my desk more than usual, slouched like a hog going to...
The Times of Your Life
Good morning, yesterday You wake up and time has slipped away… After several days of rain, Keith and I woke this morning to sunshine and spring-green stretching across the Rockfish Valley. Through our open window, I heard bird calls and echoes from dogs...