She’s always loved frogs. Even a decade ago. But now that she’s “all grown up” (at 11), she is even more intrigued by them. She spots them in camouflaged niches, transports them around the yard (and, yes, around the house), doesn’t mind when they leave some wet traces of their fear on her palm, talks … Continue reading Cookie, the crooner
Yesterday, our usually quiet, docile fields were alive with noisy chaos. Teams of people were working to cut down trees and clear a pasture for rescued horses who need a home, a home that her baby sister is determined to provide. But amidst the chainsaws and sawzalls buzzing and branches and voices rustling, she heard the faint … Continue reading The Fledgling
Discovering Cookie was a huge excitement on our little New England farm last month. The next gray tree frog sighting was just as monumental, albeit, well a Crumb of a Cookie… He was amazingly docile and calm, only jumping out of her hand a few times but, for the most part, letting her hold him and … Continue reading When a Crumb is Like a Stone
It arrived via Fed Ex today. Shinny and ready to use. She was so excited. She couldn’t wait to fill it. Not an iPod ready to be filled with apps. Much better, in her mind–a watering can ready to tend to her beloved gardens and fruit trees. As I watched her shower her blueberries, I realized how … Continue reading A perennial, paternal harvest
souly rested 