Plastic Farm Animals
I’m about to hand Arlo a flat of ginger off our back porch, when we hear the arrival of a FedEx truck. I bounce over in my shop towel mask and stand expectantly on the wet lawn. Bob told me it was coming, so I know what the driver is fishing for back there in […]
Week 12. I can tell from the traffic patterns that we’ve begun our dance with death. On May 8th, North Carolina cautiously began reopening, with limited access to retail and church services, and plans to venture into Phase 2 at the end of this week. I’m calling the reopening a dance based on an article […]
On a typical spring morning in glorious retiree-land, I woke, got caffeinated, wrote a little something, and worked up a sweat in our gardens. I came into the house, showered, and washed my hair. Remembering Bob had said earlier he might have to drive into town today, I pulled on a denim shift: going-to-town clothes. […]
If I close my eyes, I can see the hectic days: the corner drifts of unbegun projects, the laundry mound, the on-the-fly meals. Twenty-five years ago, Bob and I were enmeshed in traditional 40-hour work weeks onto which we piled childrearing and animal husbandry. Life was an upward slog toward financial solvency and retirement. We […]
Before I go to bed, I like to climb into our back porch hammock and listen to the day shut down. The sounds yoyo around my head while I swing, curved like a banana, eyes closed. Robins tweeting their single-note sign off, the buzz of hummingbird wars, the last big trucks of the day looming, […]