Winter Is Coming
The first snow of the season came on Thursday evening, along with record low temperatures. Because it was also the first killing frost of the season, it stopped the geraniums…
Seeking That Which Is Lost
Every morning when I leave my house, I am reminded of the value of seeking that which is lost. Four years ago, I landscaped the barren strip between the sidewalk…
Whistle Me Home
My father was a dairy farmer. He milked cows twice a day until he was seventy. I’ve chosen to persevere in doing other things, but I think I inherited a strong streak of…
Oases In the Desert
By definition, almost, deserts are dry, empty and barren. But after a brief visit a few months ago with my wife Judy to the Colorado Desert in Joshua Tree National Park…