. . .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
Killdeer Chick in Shallows, copyright 2019 by Gunsmith Photo
I am so tired of hearing about climate change from people who claim they are spouting facts but in reality don’t have a freaking clue what they are talking about. That includes Mr. Gore whom I blame for raising the subject to one of mass hysteria.
Don’t get me wrong–I believe that mankind is abusing our lovely planet and I’m against it. We need to reign in CO2 emissions to dial back unhealthy smog and the acidity of our lakes and oceans and rainfall. But to blame man for climate change is ludicrous. Climate change is a great big, massive thing that is affected by other great big, massive things like sunspots. Or the lack of.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
Most of the humans I know tend to be lazy–not in action, but in our thinking. From the earliest days we develop an outlook on places, events, people–on life in general–that becomes habitual to the point where we become stuck. We become rooted in specific thought patterns. This is how bigots, misogynists, and other prejudices are created.Read More
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