The birds are louder than the thunder this morning. As I step outside well before sunrise, it feels like I have cracked the door to some ancient time, and am walking into a cathedral choir of songbirds. The acoustics — the kind you can only experience with high ceilings and insulated walls — swell about … Continue reading

This week’s weather has been like heaven. Heaven if I controlled the thermostat, anyhow. My zinnias are showing wild, and the roses bounced back from the heavy rains. They’ll give me an encore of a show beginning of autumn, but will most likely start to melt a bit when it turns summer for good. I … Continue reading

We made it back from the mountains. Back to the humid and soggy patch we call home. Think all we missed was rain. What I did not miss was the bugs. Our van stayed bug-guts-free until we headed back south. Way too many creepy crawly things here in Arkansas. I did enjoy the lack thereof … Continue reading

home

I tailgated a chicken truck most of the winding way home from town. It looked like it was snowing. White feathers for snowflakes in the last of May. I had already taken a wrong turn that sent me right back to Bentonville, tacking on an additional 40 minutes to my drive home. I was only … Continue reading home

honest

Honest moments. Honest, meaning candid and unscripted. Like the scent coming off each home in the dark of evening as I walk. A dryer vent, food cooking on a stovetop, and a fire pit. The smells telling me a story of the life inside the walls. The sweetness of irises, and honeysuckle, and roses, instructing … Continue reading honest

a thing

So, I’m working on a thing. Always working on a thing… Shooting for June or July. Also, I promise to post bathroom remodel updates when I’m just a bit further along. Oh. And I need a clone. Continue reading a thing

Writing has been harder to pin down lately. It’s not for lack of words, but rather, the lack of choosing them. I can find myself all over the place in the course of a day, exploring many places. My mind is an adventurer. Disciplining it is a chore.  I’ve been tending to baby birds lately. … Continue reading