Pops of orange pumpkins dot my porch. Brown corn stalks stand still and wait patiently for the farmer. Day by day, the fields are harvested … Read More ›
Author: Neena
I’ve never been much on contests that require a judge–contests like dog shows, gymnastics, diving, and ice skating. Blame communist Olympic judges and a strong … Read More ›
On our little farm, we try to share the responsibility of the chores, though admittedly, Wade and my dad bear the brunt of them. For … Read More ›
Patterns exist everywhere in nature, from the repeating hexagons in a beehive to the red skies at night calming sailor’s hearts. One of my favorite … Read More ›
In mid-April, the first violets started to awaken from the long winter slumber. Each day, their pleasure with spring spread across the field, turning the … Read More ›
I browsed the supermarket, excited that pastels painted the coming celebration of Easter. Ready-made baskets oozed marshmallow chicks, faux grass, and fluffy bunnies, but other … Read More ›
In the echoes of the warm, spring wind, I hear the last laugh of 2021’s cicadas. For months, I’ve put off the simplest, yet most … Read More ›
I stepped with great care on the icy, dirt floor. The old barn was a relief from the assaulting wind, though it still whistled through … Read More ›
I want to start smoking, but I keep putting it off. No, it’s not my 2022 Resolution, but after our basement flooded on New Year’s … Read More ›
On Christmas Eve, I helped coordinate our church’s live nativity. Mary rocked her baby doll, while Joseph, about a foot shorter than the Blessed Mother, … Read More ›