Ocean

This morning is notable for providing no news (and therefore no resolution) on the chicken predator front (Ed fell asleep, the skype signal...

We sit in the front room eating breakfast. The three girls parade through the front yard, all senses tuned to the sighting of coveted bugs....

The predator that went after Butter has not gone away. Ed leaves a cage out with bait and in the morning, the bait will be gone, but each t...

This post will have it all -- the sublime, the tragic, life and death, beauty and love. I'm in Chicago. This is monumentally special....

Looking out, we see that the farmette is covered with snow. The wind is bitter cold, the ground is slippery. I scrape the car, sweep...

We wake to pellets of ice hitting the bedroom skylight. Yes, I know it's just a fleeting sidestep into winter, but it all feels so cold...