
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 ›
Kind words are like honey, good for the soul and healing to the body. Proverbs 16:24
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 ›
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 ›
It’s bittersweet when the first hard frost settles upon the farm. My happy hydrangeas that almost clashed with the spooky carved pumpkins on Halloween have … 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 ›
In 1942, Kentucky officially adopted our state motto, “United We stand, Divided We Fall.” I just wonder if it was the ruckus stirred over the … Read More ›
Since moving to our new home, each season has brought its own surprises. In the winter, we collected an abundance of laurel leaves and holly … Read More ›
Now decades ago, despite all stereotypes regarding Kentucky children, I knew better than to run barefoot. One unguarded step was sure to lead to a … Read More ›
Summertime in Appalachia means trying to develop immunity to poison ivy and having legs decorated in countless chigger-bites. It’s long, wonderful days in a garden, … Read More ›
Sunny days have my bunch social distancing with adventures around blooming daffodils and a trickling creek (followed by extensive laundry). I’m praying for those who … Read More ›