Self-Sufficiency on the Farm

Just now, the sky above the farmhouse and the mountains is that light blue of dawn.  Jet streams crisscross the air, like pilot werecrafting a tic-tac-toe board for the residents of Lovingston.  It’s a lovely day. The sun has just peaked over the eastern...

The Indigo of Home

As we crested the hill, I saw them – the tumbling layers of the Blue Ridge – smoky indigo against the pink sky of the setting sun.  Home. We had spent the day with good friends at a barbecue and then at the Relay For Life, where my dad had formed a team to...