. . .some rain must fall.
It’s a rainy Sunday and I couldn’t be happier about it. The rain is providing a gentle shower for all things green and growing on our farm–the meadow grasses and flowers, the trees, the veggie garden, the lawn and my perennial flower beds. All thirsty and in need of a good cleansing. It’s a good thing, especially since I have weeding to get to and our clay soil dries around the weeds like bricks and it’s impossible to pull them out. The rain softens the soil making them easy to pull.Read More
Getting caught in a spider’s web is often how troubles feel.
We all have them. Troubles come in all sizes, shapes, and intensities. Sometimes we get caught in the blast radius of another person’s troubles. Sometimes we are standing at ground zero. After decades of roaming this Earth and dealing with my share of troubles it has finally occurred to me that we need them.Read More
An unusual topic, I know. I am fascinated by obituaries. Weird but true. I feel compelled to read them whenever they pass before my eyes. You can tell so much about a person’s life and their relationships by their obituary. Is the obit long? Does it resemble a grocery list of their life’s accomplishments? Does it list family members all the way down to great-great children and how the deceased will be missed by all?Read More
Someone whom I greatly admire, Kristine Katherine Rusch, posted about the critical voice this week on her blog. (You can read it here) For those who aren’t familiar with Kris, her blog is for readers as well as writers. She is a terrific writer, editor, and teacher and an all around great person. This particular post was aimed at writers who have a hard time setting their creative voices free, but it got me thinking about how the critical voice attacks us in all areas of our lives, not just as artists.Read More
This is a Spring Beauty, a sweet and delicate ephemeral found in the local woods. (Photo copyright Gunsmith Photo.)
Ephemeral flowers are quick to come and go. They show up when the ground has warmed but the leaves on the trees are not yet out so they get to soak up the sunshine before the woods get shady. We have several varieties and I look forward to them every year. When they arrive I know winter’s truly Read More