For The Wicked…


Y’know, I generally try to stay pretty positive on this blog; look for the silver linings and all that jazz. But can I just tell you that life was pretty miserable the other morning?!

Sure, I was sitting on the soft carpet, bundled in a fuzzy blanket and some thick wool socks, and I was soaking in the warm September sunshine as it streamed through our sliding glass door. And just outside, Mother Nature was showing off the beginnings of an absolutely gorgeous autumn day. But, thanks to a nasty flu bug, I was stuck indoors, shivering and moaning like the poster-child for some Nyquil commercial. Continue reading “For The Wicked…”


Tomato Days


Imagine with me, if you will, sinking your teeth into a big ol’ fat tomato sandwich.

Not just any tomato sandwich though.

Imagine thick slices of fresh homemade bread… Smokey bacon… The perfect spread of mayo (or Miracle Whip — or whatever dressing you prefer)… Maybe even a few slices of garden-fresh cucumber or crisp lettuce… Heck, I even like a little bit of homemade sauerkraut on mine…

But crowning it all, like the proverbial cherry on top, you have the greatest of garden gems; the pinnacle of personal produce; the highest honor of home horticulture; Perfectly red; Perfectly ripe; Practically perfect in every way:

The Tomato. Continue reading “Tomato Days”

Sometimes you lose…


My heart was heavy; it felt like I had a big ol’ rock in my stomach as I plopped myself down on the hard concrete steps inside our garage. In my hand was the limp, lifeless body of a poor baby chick.

Just 2 minutes ago, she had been happy, healthy, and thriving — along with her 18 other fluffy little nestmates. But all that changed when my wet hands slipped and accidentally dropped the 1/2 gallon water jug I was replacing.

She didn’t even have a chance to get out of the way… Continue reading “Sometimes you lose…”

Pickin’ Peas


The hot, dry sun was beating down hard on my back, and the pebbles and puncture weeds were really digging into my knees as I knelt in the parched dirt next to our pea patch the other day.

I’ve spent a LOT of time out there lately, crawling slowly through the thick, tangled vines…

And although my face was beet-red and the sweat was trickling steadily down my back, I have to admit, I was having the time of my life! Continue reading “Pickin’ Peas”

THOSE People


I love livin’ on a dirt road. I really do.

Sure, it has its disadvantages. Things get pretty dusty in the summer. You’re the last ones to see a snowplow in the winter. And no matter what time of year, it’s dang near impossible to keep your car clean.

(It’s a good thing both our vehicles are white…)

But, as with most things rural, the pros definitely outweigh the cons. Continue reading “THOSE People”

The Stuff That Covers Me


Why is it that so many of my stories take place during the wee hours of the morning?

I swear, this blog is starting to sound like a broken record, and I apologize for that.


I found myself (once again) peeling off my dirty clothes, brushing my teeth, and stumbling sleepily through the rest of my bedtime routine — while those ominous red numbers on my nightstand alarm clock ticked closer and closer to 1:00AM. Continue reading “The Stuff That Covers Me”