Window Thinking
I have had a good reading year to the midpoint – 40 books! (43 counting July, so far). A few thoughts in the rearview mirror — Back in January, I read Counting the Cost by Jill Duggar…..I would not normally have picked this up, but I have a weird little sliding doors sort of connection …
If I was making a list of my anchors in Place (physical locations), I would probably include Morning Shade Farm. I have been picking berries on this particular U-Pick farm most summers for a very long time. Because the west side of Morning Shade runs adjacent to my uncle’s farm, which was my grandfather’s before …
We have a couple cherry trees in our backyard that have been let grow through the years, making most of the cherries simply clusters of bright red spots way up in the sky. When we moved here three summers ago the cherries were past harvest time, fallen to the ground or picked off by birds. …
I was in the produce section of New Seasons grocery story on Monday when I saw this pile of garlic scapes labeled Specialty Garlic (sourced from Oregon, though I didn’t capture that fact clearly in my quick photo snap). I felt pretty spot on, having just harvested our first garlic scapes of the season the …
We have a hobby fruit orchard on our property. The trees had already been seasonally pruned when we put an offer on the house in March 2022, and a new growth cycle was just beginning. When Ethan and I flew down from Alaska to help my parents move into the house a couple months later, …
I enjoy skimming end of the year reading lists so I skimmed my own list of books that I read in 2023. Because I simply keep a list and no additional notes on books, it is interesting to look at the list and see titles I can’t remember anything about. There are a few titles …
They keep your feet dry, and that is what boots are for. – Mrs. Quimby Only grown-ups would say boots were for keeping feet dry. Anyone in kindergarten knew that a girl should wear shiny red or white boots on the first rainy day, not to keep her feet dry, but to show off. That’s …
They call it an atmospheric river – all the rain that has been falling and falling and falling and falling on us these recent days. The temperatures have been warm. Old records are breaking, new records are setting. It’s a gloomy contrast to a week ago when we were on the tail end of a …
It’s been a hard go for lots of reasons that won’t be said here now. But sad weighs heavy. Voices I spent time with today…… The first step in healing is allowing your story to break your own heart. – Katherine Wolf, The Good Hard Story Podcast Ep 42. More and more, any practice of …
Your chickens are just so good at being chickens! says my friend when I send her yet another picture of the girls. And it’s true!! That is exactly what they are good at!! I never imagined my love for these chickens. I had no interest in owning barnyard fowl. I have vague sensory memories from …
About 6 weeks ago I was walking through our backyard when I looked up and noticed a speck of a spider suspended in the air, high over my head. I stopped and studied the situation. I could not see the threads that were holding the spider hanging in the wide empty space between two trees …
It is Saturday morning and I can gratefully report that I have nearly recovered from last Sunday’s time change. When I was much younger the twice yearly time change was not a big deal, it was simply what we did when the calendar said to Spring Forward or Fall Back. I generally did not like …
suspended in spaceheld by threads I cannot seeSpider gives me pause
By the big red barnlies a lonely eggand no sort of hen in sight.
I took my sadness to the dahlia fields and let it walk in beauty.
Year after year I come to this place where Memory waits to greet me.
I have a book overdue at the library, but before returning it I decided to dip in a bit to see if I wanted to put it back on my hold list. Yesterday morning I picked it up and started reading, by the end of the day I had read all the way through. So …
Walking through the pasture Grass crunches And I just got off the school bus.
The evening sun slips in through the trees and sets the crepe myrtle ablaze.
Sometimes at day’s end I sit in the barnyard with chickens and find rest.
How to find joy when life seems awful is my kind of clickbait, though absolutely not in the perjorative sense of the word. Cruising through headlines a couple weeks ago I saw this one from the Washington Post and clicked. In the article author Steven Petrow describes his sister Julie’s “birthday bash/going away party” celebrated …
…..vegetable patches require a quid pro quo between plants and humans, where the plants get to keep growing so long as they produce tasty, nutritious fruit for human consumption. – Camille T. Dungy, in Soil
A green galaxy expands in the garden where the moon and stars shine.