Cry, Heart, But Never Break: Part 1

When we turned into the driveway of the ranch house, our eyes were drawn to the agave. We gasped. As always, the massive agave stood stately and bold in stature — extending a human-scaled welcome, as if from a guard on post, assuring us all was well under her protective watch. The unquestionable strength and … Continue reading Cry, Heart, But Never Break: Part 1

Feeding Chickens

In March, I asked readers to walk through a ranch project with me. The first part of the project followed a progression of sedums from sprout to bloom. The project concluded by transplanting sedums to a spot on the ranch — Dad’s Cactus Ridge — where no sedums grow. This post shares the transplanting story and … Continue reading Feeding Chickens

Happy Father’s Day

  Happy Father's Day! Thanks, Jim, and thanks to Father's everywhere who give their kids experiences — both fun and frightening — we moms would never think of!  Happy Father's Day!

Happy Mother’s Day

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!     A baby golden-cheeked warbler, an endangered species, at the Lost Madrone Ranch.

Healing Thanks

Take comfort. Jimmy is healing and healing well. Jimmy’s doctors at the SAMMC Burn Center, where Jimmy is being treated as an outpatient, determined that Jimmy will not need skin graft surgery on his hands. We are so relieved and thankful. Saturday, I shared a post that my son, Jimmy, had an accident with a … Continue reading Healing Thanks

No Sedum Saturday: When Trials in Life Hurt

Sometimes the events in our lives follow a course we did not plan to take. This past week, my family experienced a trial that will change us all. My son, Jimmy, had a serious accident at the ranch. We are still in the thick of the trauma, and I am writing this post in the … Continue reading No Sedum Saturday: When Trials in Life Hurt

Mom, It is Well With Your Soul

My favorite place to sit at the ranch is in my egg chair swing — hanging from a tree where the edge of our small patch of lawn meets the ungroomed expanse of the natural landscape. It is not the traditional swing from my childhood playground, where I would pump my legs propelling the swing … Continue reading Mom, It is Well With Your Soul