Where does the time go, lost among those days misspent with the clutter and the chatter, the staring screens, the abyss that gazes back. On this afternoon I walk away from the distractions and up the shaded lane. I seat … Continue reading →

There is a man who lives nearby whose not-so-secret joy in life is found in wielding a chainsaw and building stacks of firewood. In all weather and all seasons he is out in search of that which needs cutting. A … Continue reading →

Like a marble tossed then lost by a child, the robin’s egg sits in the middle of the paddock in front of the hay barn. Just a few feet distance, the two cows and calf have dropped large soft pats … Continue reading →