“But who are you married to?” the older woman asked again.
“The German across the road,” I said for the third time.
She shook her head and frowned.
“He’s my husband,” I insisted.
She stared at me. “But . . .”
She just couldn’t believe that I, a white woman, was married to a German.*Read More »
“Are you ready to search for the blue heron?” I asked my daughter.
Thekla narrowed her eyes and looked warily out the open garage door.Read More »
A Texas Ranching Adventure: Chicken EmployeesDefinition of chicken moat: a double-fenced area surrounding a garden where chickens are allowed to roam and feed, thus creating a bug-free zone.
Driving through the dark on a Texas highway, I shone the flashlight at my book and read:
“Chickens can be decidedly stupid about finding their home after it’s been moved.Read More »
You may think we hang upside down from the rafters at Christmas, or throw purple socks in the air for New Year’s.Read More »
Behind our ranch house and across a dry creek bed was a long rectangular pasture. There was something strange in that place—it could be felt.
“You’re Luddites!” my friend from the city accused. “For farming with horses in this day and age!”
A rooster crowed; the goats grazed on the meadow. My husband and I had been too absorbed in the work of a small farm to have studied this movement. “What exactly is a Luddite?” I asked.Read More »
I am sitting at the kitchen table painting black over the white cracks on a ceramic swallow’s tail.
Because there is always hope.Read More »
