For the past month or so, Lindsey and I have been embroiled in a full-on war! It seems like virtually every weekend, every evening, every spare second has been spent battling the mountain of apples you see in the picture above. Continue reading “The Apple Saga”→
Have you ever been outside at night when a pack of coyotes started yipping and howling, somewhere off in the distance?
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s just something eerie — something haunting about their echoing, discordant song.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not at all afraid of the shy little buggers; there’s really no reason to be afraid of ’em. On the contrary, I actually think coyotes are pretty awesome — but there is definitely something about hearing an old ‘yote choir that really gets the blood pumping and sharpens the senses! It’ll really wake you up in a hurry!
Do you ever wake up in the morning feeling totally thwarted before the day even gets started?
I do sometimes…
When I woke up on Friday (to a beautiful clear, frosty, autumn morning), I really didn’t want to get out of bed — partly because it was so dang comfortable, and partly because I was feeling a little discouraged.
Now, my life is pretty darn great, so I’m not trying to complain. I was just feeling kinda heavy that morning.
And so I just laid there for a few minutes, “psyching myself up” to face the day.
I felt like there were just so many things on the old “to-do” list, but nowhere near enough time to get them done — especially with the elk hunt starting the next day… Continue reading “Making Time”→
I was just kinda lounging on the couch a couple mornings ago, wrapped up with a warm blanket and a good book (1 Corinthians, to be exact) — when the happy twittering of a robin came wafting in like a breath of fresh air through our open window…
The jolly little bird was singing so heartily, and with so much enthusiasm, that I couldn’t help but set my Bible down and listen.
It wasn’t long before that fat old robin was joined by a couple of meadowlarks in the pasture — and then a rooster pheasant started clucking, up on the sagebrush hillside.