Holy and Hard – The Moving Begins

This morning, we had our first near frost, and the Great Pyr puppies were frisky – as if the cold dances in their blood. . . I completely understand.  (Meander, however, is tucked under a blanket on the couch snoring.) In about an hour, dear friends will arrive...

The Recovery Of This Place

This morning, a breeze that promises rain confirmed by upturned leaves is shooing away the humidity like beauty itself.  From where I sit, I can see a hummingbird sitting on our clothesline, taking a gander at her land.   I’m on our back porch, and I find myself...