Happy Thanksgiving!!

Happiest of Thanksgivings from all of us here at God’s Whisper Farm. We wish you warmth, rest, and all the puppy dog faces you can...

The Gift of Gravestones

We’re standing in the cemetery.  Dad takes a seat on the low wall at the edge, and I walk with P over to Primus’s gravestone.  I’ve never introduced them before.  It’s about time they met.   I clear away the oak leaves buried at the base of his...

All Giving In

The sycamore behind the farmhouse has been raining leaves for a few weeks now. I watch them fall, tumble, catch and whirl as they obey but still tease gravity.  They are fairy dust or golden promises or gifts from the Great Good Hand dancing just for me. In college, I...

Returning to Autumn

As I look out the kitchen window while the coffee grinds, it looks like the trees have stepped away from each other, opened a path for my eyes to follow, like a crowd parting for a dignitary to take the stage. Autumn descended full force here on the farm while we were...

When Weddings Gather Words

Days are getting busier and busier with wedding plans.  18 days between us and the together of them. Thank you notes ready. P’s handmade honeymoon bingo at the ready. My face in manuscripts of romance and intrigue and the truly beautiful and bizarre of life....