Category Outdoors

The Fat of the Land, and…

I imagine that, if more Morels did finally push their way up above ground the past couple of days, the 29 degree temps at night zapped them. But not before we found enough to add to the potatoes and carrots…

Wood Woes

Not really woes, just the fact that this time of year, everything has to be done FIRST! I’m thankful to have already moved nine of my trucks-ful of wood from where it was dumped to the stacks out the back…

On Feeding a Locavore

It is not an un-heard-of way of coping with inevitable misbehavior. In high school, I had a friend whose parents held no illusions that their son would not look for and find alcohol somewhere–illegally, and with no small risk of…

Creek Jots ~ 2010-02-17

Out my window, beyond the gnarled and crippled pine that grows beside the branch, the snow-smothered pasture has been white now for six weeks, I think to myself. Then I look again. And while I know the blanket of snow…

Snow Upon Snow ~ Image One

I shouldn’t create expectations with the “Image One” because I trashed almost everything I brought in from my unplanned foray into the deep snow this morning before the temps reached double digits. Snow, under the best of circumstances, presents a…

Headwaters ~ Three

She drug me up there a few days ago–too late to catch it frozen, but still with the kind of volume that lead eight years ago to its discovery. Ann reminded me recently that it was our son, Nathan, who…

Ursa Major

I grumbled as I pulled on my shoes to go for one last walk before dark. I’d rather have stayed at the computer to finish what I was working on, but she insisted, and I relented “if you’ll keep the…

Exuberance

It was a kind of safety valve behavior I suppose, though I barely remember the days when I had so much surplus energy that I set about finding a way to get rid of it so I could rest. “Watch…

A Book By Its Cover ~ Part II

In another perspective of the language of the title–What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader— I like it because it speaks of things tactile and close, intentional and personal. (Part One is here.) I will never forget…

Day Stretcher

Please if anyone knows of any software that will expand the next 16 waking hours into at least 32 (a kind of WinZip in reverse for uncompressing time and stetching it over a longer range of hours—couldn’t be that hard…

We All Live Downstream: Act NOW!

I am not in the best situation for blogging this morning but must make you aware of this final Bush-era gift to Big Coal, one of his last insults to the people of Appalachia and Planet Earth.  Read this short explanation below…