As I write this morning, a nearly full moon peers down at me from between the branches of the white mulberry and the maple. It is beautiful and silent, hanging up there in the sky as it has done for who knows how many years, faithfully doing what it was assigned to do and looking […]
Mar 20, 2024
Grandma Bohannon
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I remember a story my mother told me a long time ago about a sign of spring she and her family always looked forward to when she was a child at Etta Bend. As surely as the new wildflowers popped up, a small figure with wispy gray hair would appear on the road leading to […]
Mar 14, 2024
A New Day
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Spring flowers are peeking up from among the grass and last year’s leaves. Of all the flowers, these first ones are to me among the most beautiful. Buttercups, wild violets, bluets, all are eager to raise their heads and take a look at the big world. I’m sure there are scientific answers to why the […]
Feb 2, 2024
Will He See His Shadow?
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Today is Groundhog Day. The big question is: will he see his shadow? If the groundhog wakes up, pokes his head above the ground, and sees his shadow, he is so frightened that he disappears into his den again and we have six more weeks of winter. So goes the old belief which probably nobody […]
May 26, 2023
Among Green, Growing Things
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Yesterday, I worked in my front flower garden, pulling out tiny maple sprouts, checking to see if any wildflowers are poking through the ground. So far, one lone zinnia. I wonder why more haven’t come up? I planted a lot of heirloom seeds. The squash plant is doing great, blooming, looking healthy. I hope it […]
