Window Thinking
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.
Heavy dark clouds shoved sunshine off stage thunder cracked and lightning danced in.
Tonight I held the weight of season’s change in a handful of green beans.
Tonight I remember I have been here before In the quiet dark
Sorry Colonel Sanders! Curious Chicken Bucket is the best kind!
newly feathered girls scamper across the backyardpulling rain fresh worms
As I said in my previous post, our January hike amidst the big trees of the Columbia Gorge inspired me to come home and plan a trip to see the REALLY BIG TREES in Northern California. I had a particular memory from my childhood when our family drove to San Fransisco from our home in …
On the last Sunday of January, David, Ryan, I set out for a hike in the Columbia River Gorge. Ryan doesn’t have any experience with the gorge – except for a young memory of hiking up to the top of Multnomah Falls in the spring of 2014. David and I only have a couple gorge …
My Grandma died 15+ years ago, but when we open up her trunk that sits in the corner of this intergenerational home where we live and pull out one of her journals, we can hear her voice like she is just in the next room. We do this pretty often – reach into Grandma’s trunk …
A few weeks ago I walked into a coffee shop and asked for my usual order – Rosemary Lavender Iced Latte, please. Normally I’m a make-it-at-home, french press, drink-it-black kinda girl, but in my (infrequent) coffee shop stops, I order a latte with no added flavors, usually they are too sweet for my taste. However, …