Ocean

I said to Ed today – I think great chunks of my book are not turning out the way I want. The excitement just isn’t there. I think I’m too ...

...of the year, yes, maybe of the decade, of the century – opinions vary. One thermometer says 97 and another 99; I’ll go with the 99. It ...

My daughter spent a night at the farmhouse the other day. In the morning she asks me – remember that vocal group, Sweet Honey in the Rock? ...

There are so many reasons to pick this title for a post! To start with, we spent a delightfully ordinary hour over coffee/lunch (depending...

A farmhouse Sunday in mid July. Early, (or late, if you’re looking at this from a Saturday perspective), the moon is so bright that you coul...

Five in the morning. Thump. I wake up to the noise and think – are we having mice again? We thought we’d pushed them away, at least for the...

Days like this make the other three seasons look bad. I think Fall and I see November’s dreariness. Winter? Freezing and slippery. Spring? U...

Even if you take a summer semester off, you never really take it off off. There isn’t a day when a work issue doesn’t cross my path, with d...

I wave a broom to get them to react. They stare at me, but their big bugling eyes don’t show fear. More like: attack! But they don’t attack...

If farm animals are a constant speculative element in our talks about the future (and believe me, much has to happen before we would elevate...

Ed, Isis is spending every waking minute in the farmhouse. I'm standing poised with the vacuum, ready to catch any hair that may fall f...

My Cinderella story for today involves drudgery, heat, the buzz of nasty horseflies, stretching on a tipsy ladder to reach high places, curs...

Well, some days are harder than others. You wake up, the sun shines in your face and then slap! You’re hit with one of life’s punches. Thi...

At 5:30 in the morning, I hear the faint sound of the rototiller in the fields next to the farmhouse. The truck farmers work long hours now....