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...

Appreciating Spring

The chickens have begun to use the roosts – not gracefully, mind you – but they are using them.  Yesterday, I had to rescue Daffy when she got too high and didn’t know how to get down – good night, that girl can squawk.  Today, she got herself...