
Somebody’s Sorry
It’s okay, Raven. A few days ago, my morning reverie was the sound of Kate shrieking in a pre-dawn hour
It’s okay, Raven. A few days ago, my morning reverie was the sound of Kate shrieking in a pre-dawn hour
Happy 21st Birthday Stoney!!! Stoney turned twenty-one at the end of April, so we celebrated in style because, after all,
Our quite impressive australorp rooster. When our neighbor started out our flock in Indiana by giving us three chicks, who
Everyone resting up. I woke up yesterday with big plans. The weather was going to be gorgeous, especially for mid-winter.
One of the perpetrators. No hair, thin body, no barbed stinger: a yellowjacket I was innocently mowing the yard and
Uh, Snickers? You forgot something! After taking care of a few things outside, I walked to the back door when
Jack knows all too well the pains of Johnny Appleseed. Like when you’re planting an apple tree and a post
The slivers. The dry, chapped skin. The unkempt nails. The blood. All for the cause. (And not NEARLY as much blood
After the tragic hawk attack and the demise of Pepper, the hens at my mother’s house were (quite literally) cooped
With this year being hot and dry, we haven’t had to mow our yard more than a handful of times.
One of the problems I’ve been encountering as the siding has progressed is the need to climb up increasingly
Source Unlike Jack, who each and every time we work on the house manages to hammer his thumb or slice