redo and re-entry

We tore out the old chicken run this weekend. Having lost two flocks of birds to stray dogs is enough reason for that. It’ll be a walk-in run when we’re finished with it—more convenient and secure. I scaled the shed to yank the wisteria that had climbed into the black walnut tree and then peeled … Continue reading redo and re-entry

dirt

This week’s wind had me thinking of the Dust Bowl days. That and a brief conversation with a friend of mine about this pandemic. You mix together a dash of man-made crisis with a pinch of natural disaster and you reap a whirlwind like bowling dust. Overworking your plot of land and life, stripping it … Continue reading dirt

goodnight

I saw more worms today than I have people in the last month. My feet hurt tonight. My garden shoes have no support and I’m feeling it. Feeling the flatness of this quarter acre lot I’m trying to cultivate. Feeling the histamine working over my nose and throat. I’m allergic to everything I love about … Continue reading goodnight

These are weird days right here.  My house is full of piano runs,  guitar strums, and puppy calls. There’s also press conferences and updates breaking in through all of that. The south wind is perplexed — a mixture of warmth and frenzy. I wonder what degree panic idles at? How about peace? If one were … Continue reading