It’s a bright, brisk Sunday morning where the grass and leaves twinkle with a million drops of dew. I’m reclined on my couch with a cup of cool coffee grateful for the weather being such that I can open the windows and let the fresh country air move through my house. The donkeys are enjoying... Continue Reading →
The sun’s retreated beyond the piney treetops as I’m driving in my rickety-red truck due south. The heavy, low-hanging clouds are reflecting the sunset so brightly that the neon pinks and oranges seem unreal---a dramatic sky spray-painting. I’ve been on the road for over four hours hauling a trailer behind me which is carrying a... Continue Reading →
You just cannot BEAK this weather, No cloud in the big, blue aether. The chickies are out, Wandering about, Indeed, all birds of a feather.