Moms gardens were her passion. Dad always figured it might be her undoing and that in itself has provided stories. They had carved a place out of the woods for retirement to live happily ever after. For the most part it worked, but now it’s after. Moms gardens in the woods needed protection, fences sortContinue reading “I Miss You Mom, But Still Telling On You.”
Tag Archives: Reflections
Stalking Beaver
My Inspiration: Brother Craig wrote about the Beaver. So relevant on many levels for today…Check out his poem here Thanks Craig, you write so well! A not-really not for bed-time story with the grandkids! Here I was, drifting in a canoe and minding my own business on an absolutely calm evening with the lake allContinue reading “Stalking Beaver”
Smokey Shadow
When we were kids, us siblings decided to sleep overnight in the huge haymow of the barn. Sleep in the hay! yea! (insert picture of actual barn) A big yard light gave off enough light through the top of the flopped open barn door to see enough, and enough dark to sleep. Maybe. The 12Continue reading “Smokey Shadow”
Cold Beauty
I watched the cold foggy early morning come into the light. A magical fairyland I thought. One could just watch in awe at the transformation. The fog had rushed to form intricate crystals over everything. Odd. Something was odd, yet beautiful. I closed my morning reading, sipped my strong morning coffee brew and silently saidContinue reading “Cold Beauty”
Wintering In Spirit
How does one fight depression? I spend most winters slugging through a depression as do about 15% of the population. Right now I am waiting for the sun to peek out and quickly set from several days of moody weather. The clouds are lifting weather wise. My personal clouds seem to have settled in forContinue reading “Wintering In Spirit”
Cold Cold Hands
“Grandpa, my hands are cold and I can’t find my gloves” said a small whimpering six year old voice behind me. I laid down my ice fishing auger and turned to see two little bare red hands extended out to me in the freezing temperatures. No gloves, 100 yards away from the semi-warm fish house,Continue reading “Cold Cold Hands”
Hi
The Life Flight Helicopter sat on the pad ready. The local critical team had her intubated and loaded with IV’s, bundled and ready to fly. Small plows were clearing the snow laden lanes. 90 minutes had gone by when seconds counted. Our daughter might die. All the medical centers said they were out of beds.Continue reading “Hi”
A Bird Fiasco
There I was, reading Daryl Madden’s “Layers of Colors poem” which you should read if you love autumn, silence and..just read it..click here and the rains came, wind gusts filled the porch, blew open the end door and something came in trying to wreck the place. The grill was banging like a bear was trying toContinue reading “A Bird Fiasco”
Getting Noticed
I recently read (this morning actually) a passage on how much getting noticed meant to one man who has probably more influence than any of us could ever dream of doing. I have been thinking about it all day. With a billion people on social media (whatever the number is it’s lot) it seemsContinue reading “Getting Noticed”
Living in Mid-Autumn
Autumn beauty is everywhere around our neck of the woods. Stuff is dying like crazy. Beautiful fall leaves changing color are dying leaves. Most of the worker bees have been chased out of the nest and are gone even though there are still a few flowers blooming. That will end this week as temperatures willContinue reading “Living in Mid-Autumn”
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