Ocean

I love the magnificence, the grandiosity of a blooming magnolia. But I'm glad there isn't one here, on farmette lands. I lived with ...

Strong storms? That is the question. And by the time I post this, maybe I'll have an answer. Much has been written, warnings have been i...

Do you keep a life's list of something? So many people I know do just that. My mother famously kept a list of books she had read. She be...

It's too sunny, too outrageous, too bright, too perfect for outdoor work. There! Never satisfied. Doesn't that well describe the hum...

In the book I am currently reading with Snowdrop (One Year in Coal Harbor), the uncle of the protagonist tells her the following -- "Pe...

Someone on the radio referred to this month as Earth Month. So that there will be tree planting in Madison this coming weekend because we ar...

Showers this morning. On and off. I pick "off" for my walk to the barn. I pick "on" for breakfast with Ed. Time for a ph...

I sheepishly stand before you with a proclamation: I love Earth Day. Why be self-conscious about it? What could possibly be wrong with lovin...