My grandmother used to tell me that the tractor man slowing us down on the way to our destination might be an angel. These boot-clad … Read More ›
Category: Farm
About once a week, I’ll be enjoying the first sips of coffee, gazing out the kitchen window, and I’m startled at the sight of something … Read More ›
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Wade so interested in a new hobby, but he and his good buddy, Brody, have become engrossed in … Read More ›
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 ›
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 ›
A strange pickup slung gravel and dust as it barreled down our drive. Maybe it’s because it was a drastic contrast to the warm, peaceful … Read More ›
If not for Thanksgiving, I would’ve given up on family dinners in November. It wasn’t busy schedules, though basketball season is officially here. It wasn’t … Read More ›
Seemingly overnight, our little Eden was sprinkled with sun-ripened, red tomatoes. We picked each beautiful prize, and enjoyed them with everything for a few days: … Read More ›