The Fireflies are Here

Last night, for the first time in all the years I've lived on this farm, I saw fireflies already in the trees. In April. I never knew they came this early. Only one, then another, then not another. I thought it was a star through the clouds but it was a firefly rising.  Then...

A Committee of Vultures

A couple of days ago, as the weather made a sudden hard turn into Spring, I finished slow-poking my favorite garden fork into the weedy mess of my potager as the sun went down, heard flapping, looked up, and saw them settling in one of the big walnut trees...

The Would-be Mama Rat

The rat girl died long before I found her in the center shed, where I keep the bee supers, extra kitchen stuff, and fishing poles. Oh, and canning jars and camping and diving equipment. Also, the French dishes and my boogie board from 1976 that I still use. Last...

Thoughts on a Crisp Autumn Day

Today, the prevailing morning light is grey and gold, and the rain has softened the ground enough to plant the four fruit trees I bought because they were at TSC on sale for almost nothing and because I didn't have enough to do already, I was so excited! Three...

Distant Winter

(Used with permission) There are a few of us up at 5 AM, some friends sending love, a bird at a feeder, mysterious beings in the underbrush, the crippled pup in his bed, and maybe you. The emptied farmhouse is silent, the only child gone; outside, there is distant lightning...

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