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…
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…
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…
When we moved into our house last year, I went through a big crazy faze with yard decor and made up all these elaborate plans that…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
It’s been, what, a week? Not much to report… except that, hey! They’re blowin’ and goin’. And I only just planted them a week ago! We’ve…
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