Fences have simply passed by my windshield in a blur as I hurry from here to there. But not anymore. I now I have a whole new appreciation for this rural wonder, the fence line. Sunday, May 12, 2013
I stopped by the pole barn and got out my balloon tire one speed bike. It is perfect for cruising up and down the road, and I can even pedal cross country when the fields are dry. I passed by what had been a pile of forty tons of lime. Little remained. Monday, May 06, 2013
She is only a year and a half old, and when we walk around the farm hand in hand, our outstretched fingers can barely reach each other, but we hold on tight as we explore. Sunday, April 28, 2013
After our morning walk with the dogs we set to work. Greg worked down in his shop building wooden trucks for our grandchildren. I could hear the sounds of his saws and air compressor, powered by the bright sun beaming down on the four solar panels by the pole barn, as I worked up by the cabin. Monday, April 22, 2013
This past week I traveled east to visit my father and, as always, it was a wonderful, though short visit. Each evening that I was away, I called Greg to see what his day had been like. I would describe the day that I spent with my father, and then ask what he had been up to. Greg responded each evening with the same reply, "Nothing special, just puttering about". Monday, April 08, 2013
I had not seen any sign of creek wild flowers, yet the bees were out, hungry and thirsty, after the long winter. They were in search of food, but there was none. Sunday, March 31, 2013
I knew that I would have to wear my farm cap whenever I ventured outside. The bill would keep the lightly spitting rain from blurring my glasses. I pulled my grey ponytail through the back of the cap and headed out to do the animal chores. Sunday, March 24, 2013
I looked out the window. I could see Greg heading across the white ground from the goat yard. As he passed by our snow dog, she rose to follow him inside. She was quite covered, looking more white than her usual black. The bill of Greg's cap was also piled high with white. Sunday, March 17, 2013
Just as our families gather together in the fall, the turkey themselves gather together along the edge of the woods in this late winter, early spring season I have learned, as their creek neighbor, to look for them gathering together, each year, in their very own, very turkey way. Sunday, March 10, 2013
The day was grey and cold, but it was warm by the fire. We fell into the rhythm of adding logs to the fire and sap to the pan, as we skimmed bubbles off the boiling surface. By mid afternoon, we had poured ten gallons of sap into the stainless steel evaporator pan, and the three and a half gallons of boiling liquid had begun to turn a light brown. Monday, March 04, 2013
We stood back and looked in wonder. No sooner did Greg place a tap, than the sap would begin to flow. I would quickly hang a jug on the tap, making sure that the jug was held firmly in place between the knob on the spile and the trunk of each tree. Sunday, February 24, 2013
I sat dreamily, lulled by the road's familiar dips and turns, as the car's headlights beamed down the road ahead of us, when out of the corner of my mind's eye I saw a curious round rock by the side of the road. Sunday, February 17, 2013
Several weeks back I was asked if I had room in the goat yard for a yearling wether that had not made weight for last year's fair. It occurred to me that the wether might be a good companion for our billy, who we keep in lonely isolation from the ladies for much of the year. Sunday, February 10, 2013
I open the stove damper, lift the heavy iron lid, and lean it back against the pipe. I reach for the logs that I have stacked in the old crock pot beside the stove and pack the firebox with logs. It is winter, I think to myself. Sunday, February 03, 2013
I held back my laughter, but Greg must have seen a sparkle in my eye because he asked me what I thought was so funny. I told him that I was just happy to be going on a winter walk. Sunday, January 27, 2013
As I joined the flow of traffic into downtown, I noticed that none of the other city bound cars were adorned with mud. It occurred to me that they must have all been asphalt dwelling vehicles. Sunday, January 13, 2013
It amazes me how much these two creatures have become a part of our lives. It would be hard to imagine our creek world without them. Sunday, January 06, 2013
I could see that the snow on the tops of the goat yard fence posts was piled up four or five inches tall. Between the cabin and the goats, a clean expanse of new snow lay pristine and unblemished. Sunday, December 30, 2012
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