It was a wonderful day for a ride. Chris, Johnny and I took turns riding our horses Sammy and Jackie today. There is nothing like the squeak of a leather saddle and the clip-clopping…
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I realize my last two posts have had fire in them. My men have been burning off the woods and I just cannot resist the beauty that fire and smoke create. Yesterday was Johnny’s…
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It is the season of burning away the old, preparing for what is to come. Setting fire to the dross can be frightening. It has become familiar, and feels like part of me. But…
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When we bought this land in 1996, Johnny was barely 3. He was still part baby when he first tumbled out of our car onto the clay dirt that covers our farm, his brown…
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When Annie brought them home last week, along with an exquisite handwritten note, they were in full bloom. These crimson tulips tumbled together in a vase that matched their cheerful faces. Their song was…
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I told her I would drive her to the airport. She was traveling to Michigan to see her boyfriend, and insisted she could take Marta. “Are you sure Mom? It will be a three…
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The hillside in my pasture is covered in yellow blooms. They don’t know they are a bit early. The warmth of the sun is calling them, drawing them from their earthen slumber. I hike…
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This is what I was doing when my Canon 5D broke tonight. I was clicking away and then the viewfinder went black. I took off the lens to investigate and the mirror had slipped…