Some Thoughts on Dying When You Feel Like It and the Hope That Stops You
It is late September. The sugar maple is tinged with fire, a burning mix of orange and red and yellow, engulfing the green. Honking Vs of geese fly over the barn. One yellowed leaf curls on the grass. Three Sandhill cranes lift off alfalfa field, warbling their way into the air, a trinity created by […]
Rest for Our Souls
Another rainy day here on the farm. Ah, Wisconsin! How variable is your weather! Yet, I will give thanks because this is God’s day. I will consider the good, the lovely, no matter the condition of the weather or the condition of a soul. I will give thanks and do what I can to make less-than-pleasing […]
Hold Hope
I ponder all the daffodil bulbs I know are eight inches under the earth. Three weeks ago there was no evidence. In the dark and deep, my daffodils remained invisible since September. So how did I know they were there? I planted them. The live bulbs were just resting, just waiting till the sun called them up and out. […]