A Good Weekend’s Work

This weekend, Dad, P, and I put in a total of 37 person hours of work.  We are tired, but we are happy. Here’s our list of accomplishments: Finished 150 feet of raised beds using all recycled materials – old fence posts and retired telephone poles. Cleared...

The Grace of Red Glasses

Her name was Marikla, and she wore a red scarf tied loose over her brown hair.  At her tallest, she was 4’8″, maybe not even that.  I felt like I towered over her, but that may have been more because of the way she tucked herself inside, like a silk...

75 Potato Plants

Dad assures me that one potato plant equals one meal. . . so I can eat potatoes once a week for more than a year . . . or I can sell them at the farmer’s market over the mountain . . . or I can share them with people.  I imagine I’ll eat a lot of potatoes...

The Promise of Hawks

I’m standing behind the storm door to the front porch, pjs still on, hair wild . . . I hear it. That cry. A hawk. Just over me, where I cannot see. Last week, P and I saw a crow chase a red-tail away from her next on the front pasture. It was like watching jet...

Love, Gay Marriage, and Love.

We were standing in the gay and lesbian section of Encore Books in Mechanicsburg, shelving books on Sunday afternoon.  I have no idea how the conversation came up – that chat with this man I worked with but didn’t really know, that chat about...