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Into Each Life . . .

 . . .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

Spring Has Sprung–Sort Of

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

Decisions

“To be or not to be”

That is the question, isn’t it? If Prince Hamlet had shown more decisiveness a whole string of tragedies could have been avoided. And that is the lesson Shakespeare was illustrating with this famous tale. I think perhaps we all find ourselves in this situation at some point or other in our lives. (Maybe some people never get past it. What a miserable life they must lead, always blowing in the wind.)

Indecisiveness is a bitch. It always comes from fear. Fear of what will happen if we choose A. Fear of what will happen if we choose B instead. Sometimes the consequences are minuscule, sometimes they are catastrophic. (Again, Hamlet, and a number of dead people).Read More

Blizzard!

We are experiencing what the weather folk like to call a blizzard. Sustained winds of thirty-plus miles an hour with gusts to fifty (yes, FIFTY!) mph and blowing snow. It’s not very pleasant out there and my heart bleeds for the animals whose owners haven’t made adequate provision for them.

You’ve seen them–the dogs left outside to fend for themselves, the lone horse standing in a windswept field with no shelter. I get quite militant whenever I see this abusive treatment of creatures who are in our care. Makes me want to chain the owner out in their yard and see how they like it. Or force them to stand in the teeth of the storm with no shelter.Read More