Sometimes when I’m tired or just want to relax, I pour a cold glass of buttermilk. It refreshes like no other drink. My family, sadly, does not share my enthusiasm for buttermilk. But, I inherited the taste for it from a long line of ancestors–southern, that is. When my mother was a child, the farm […]
Jul 30, 2023
The Cornfield in the Moonlight
By · Leave a Comment
The Cornfield in the Moonlight by Blanche Manos The cornfield in the moonlight, when the shadows dance and sway Is not the same at midnight as it is throughout the day. The field is hushed at midnight; the world has gone to sleep, But the cornstalks nod and rustle at the mysteries they keep. Who […]
Mar 28, 2023
My Grandfather’s Barn
By · 4 Comments
My Grandfather’s Barn My grandfather’s barn leans to the south, The weathered old logs are gray. The tin roof is rusted and dented and busted; The wind blew the doors away. But once that barn, filled with freshly-mown hay, Was a dark, sweet-smelling retreat. The straw in the loft was wonderfully soft, A hideaway, […]
Mar 20, 2022
Tough Tom
By · Leave a Comment
Tough Tom the Barn Cat Tough Tom was a barn cat. He really didn’t start out to be a barn cat. And, the Day family who lived on the farm didn’t think they needed a cat, but there he was. It all began on a cold, windy, sleety winter day. When Chris went to […]
Jan 27, 2022
A Remembering Rock
By · Leave a Comment
It rests in my herb garden, a memory stone. It’s a reminder of a slower, quieter time, of the strong, good people who owned the farm which was the rock’s home. It’s just a dark rock, pitted by millenia. Cows’ and horses’ hooves have stepped on it and probably bare-foot children have stubbed their toes […]
