Some magic
On this first day of the year we woke long after dawn to a sun high and hot enough to burn off the fog. The ground…
Hemmed-In Hollow
The bluffs of the Ozarks so beautiful I could cry, but hiking the steep terrain makes me want to cry, too. As do the bugs, the…
This hurts me more than it hurts you
Driving back to the farm a week or two ago, I passed a dead cat on the side of the road. It looked exactly like one…
The dogwoods are in bloom
My God, they are lovely. The white blossoms seem to hang independently of the trees when I see them in the forest. They look like floating…
Here and gone
I’ve lived here three years and I still get lost on the county roads. They’re not well-signed. Google Maps is not reliable. The service drops out…
The places we inhabit
I guess you could say that the main road into McDonald County, fondly referred to as “Mac” County by those of us who live here, is…
Flowering trees
Some time ago, the woman (I assume it must have been a woman, of course) who lived on this farm planted three apple trees along the…
Where the daffodils bloom
Old property maps of our farm reveal boundary lines that no longer exist. The trails we hike or four-wheel used to be main roads, or as…
Just another roadside attraction
We woke before dawn, unwilling, groaning. Unless sex is on the table, I prefer sleeping in. But the occasion merited the cause. Across state lines in…
the flying farmers 