I want my monkey!

I want my monkey! [caption id="" align="alignright" width="400"] forsythia in bloom[/caption] Spring alert: the most invasive weed on our property is “wild...

She Wakes Up Laughing

Reading the sad chronicle of the journey I'm taking with Jill can't be easy, I know. And it's not getting...

Our Deadline

Once a month I drive Jill to her oncologist for testing and treatment. Typically the visit takes about two hours....

A Group of Cats is Called a “Clutter”

[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="152"] 1950's spaceman[/caption] For the past several months Jill and I have been selling stuff at a local...

Taking the Turn

I picked the last of the peaches yesterday. That’s our big summer news: our orchard has matured finally and given...

Counting Numbers

The big surprise about the cicada invasion is that they brutalized every tree and bush on our farm. Prior to...

At the Hoarder’s Auction

The day after the CDC announced that business could resume in a mostly normal manner, Jill and I drove to...

Jill’s Spring

A year ago--before she discovered she was terminal with cancer--Jill attempted to mow our six acres at the start of...

How To Say, “I’m Not Okay!”

If you read my last post you know that, due to a convergence of stressful factors--starting with Jill’s terminal diagnosis--I...