This morning I walked outside to see the sky and smell the sunshine. Between the bullfrogs belching in the pond, the peacock’s power ballads, my two Bantam roos crowing out their early bird song and a flock of geese barking their way across the sky, I couldn’t help but feel a little euphoric. … More Weed Paper! (Not that kind of weed)
“You’re lucky to be able to stay home with your kids. We could never afford that! We’ll both be working until the day we die and still not have our debt paid off,” she laughed. “Must be nice!” … More I Choose Home.
Yesterday we cleaned out and prepared the garden. It was a big job. We worked hard. The vegetable beds neglected, hidden beneath a blanket of pine straw, chickweed and deadnettle. As we tilled the soil, I was pleasantly surprised to lay eyes on such lush and loamy earth hidden beneath winter’s debris. We live on … More Soul-Work, Dirt-Work
The poets and the philosophers, lyricists and artists have immersed themselves in love light’s glow for centuries. Humans have an intrinsic desire to dissect, to study, to understand and ultimately demystify the spellbinding ambience of love, this most powerful muse. We seek to interpret the meaning with music and with words, with the paintbrush, with … More A little thing on love.
I ventured out to feed and water the flock early this morning, the sun rising up, pouring radiance from the heavens down onto the earth’s frosty floor. Another flurry of powdery white blew through our region again last night. Dumped just enough snow to blanket the world around us, keep the kids home from yet … More A Mixed Bag, Baby
The artistry, the wizardry, and the peace inducing beauty of this moment – I am without a doubt under his spell. His approach was abrupt and I won’t mind a bit if he departs just as swiftly as he came. … More Seduced by an Old Man.
I’m simmering homemade chicken soup on the stovetop. Okay, I should clarify. I’m not actually making chicken soup. I’m making soup for my chickens. There’s a difference. It’s brutally cold outside and although my feathered friends are nestled in a coop with cozy, fresh, dry straw and well protected from the elements, I still feel … More Not Worthy of Consumption