Snagged a few moments of quiet this morning before setting the dogs loose into the frost. With each turning of the season and the ever-revolving door of the years, I am continually grateful for my three constants: my family, my home, and my Labrador-children.
“Our tools are better than we are, and grow better faster than we do. They suffice to crack the atom, to command the tides, but they do not suffice for the oldest task in human history, to live on a piece of land without…
So, in 2019 I did a “thing” I’d wanted to do for several years and finally started a Reading-Journal.
I don’t have much advice to offer that’s worth a damn but I do know this: Never once have I taken a walk and regretted it.
“Perhaps no one but a hunter can understand how intense an affection a boy can feel for a piece of marsh…. I came home one Christmas to find that land promoters, with the help of the Corps of Engineers had dyked and drained my…
The most purpose I’ve ever felt was with a pen in my hand- with words like whispers, dancing across my knuckles.
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a safe-keeper.” So God made a farmer’s wife.
Home always smells different when the water is high.