The air was dreary and drizzly, family was visiting from out of town, and we sat inside talking, wishing for the weather to clear. Then, instinctively, because something out of order darted by, Jim jumped from the couch and bolted out the door while blurting he had seen a giant bird. Well, maybe not so … Continue reading Home Again
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
My typical walk at the ranch is more like an inquisitive meander. Picture this: I may start toward the lake until following the flight of an unfamiliar bird turns my heading into a thicket of cedar, where I traverse until the thicket is impenetrable, and I must turn and cross a canyon wall, where maiden ferns clinging … Continue reading Walking With Mom as She Forgets How to Walk