Fall has come to these parts in puffs and starts. Marching to a different drummer, the changing season blinks only intermittently as the days pass and the trees sleep in chilly night air. In our field out front all of nature comes to present itself, struggling through morning mists, windy days and clear, cold nights. Deer run the early shift after hundreds of birds announce the dawn. Tails white and at attention, bucks, does, and fawns feast on a landscape of crystallized silver folia... read more

I have been away from blogging for a month or more. The days have been full of assorted activities (most having to do with health issues) leaving me without a lot of words to put down in writing. Not that I have piles of personal thoughts ready to flesh out. More often than not I simply haven’t known where to start. Writer’s block? Maybe. Lazy? I don’t think so. The challenge seems to be “where to start”.

Since I last posted my blog the following events, activities, and other s... read more

I am watching our pets in the five acre front yard of our country cabin. They have only started to rouse themselves into that much talked-about “pack” that lives behind Round Hill (the natural marker for the land we call “Peckerwood”.) A pure white Japanese Spitz and a calico shepard-pitbull-mutt mix respond to their names, Priscilla and Babes respectively, and were abandoned on the roadside a year apart, and wandered to the “promised land”, remaining ever since. To call them a pack is re... read more