Skunked Again

It was 7 o’clock on Sunday morning. The sun rising across the Rockfish Valley illuminated snow-capped mountains, leafless trees and fallow fields. Keith was on his second cup of coffee. “Has Freya come home yet?” he asked. “She’s been out for a while, and Heathcliff...

Walking the Mountain Road

I’m Heathcliff. Remember me from three Christmases ago? I’m a good dog. My buddy Freya and I walk the mountain road to fetch the mail. That’s her biting my leg. She gets excited. Anticipation. We trot together for a while. Then Freya decides to run down the ravine to...

Green Tomatoes

Psalm 104:14 You cause the grass to grow for the cattle, and plants for people to use, to bring forth food from the earth… ### Old Testament Wife dutifully gathers food from the earth including 30 green tomatoes – large, medium and small – lined up six by five...

Stretching

“Awk, there’s crick in my left shoulder,” I said to Keith. I grabbed the shoulder with my right hand then massaged and shifted it one way and another trying to work out the crick. “If I could just get it to click back into place, everything would be fine, you know?”...

Fall Part III

Three years ago, the red oak trees here at Vanaprastha produced a bumper crop of acorns. When the wind blew, acorns peppered the deck and roof like hail stones. Keith and I thought this was a response to the disruption of building the house, as if the Oaks were...