Chewing the Cud

  • The Contemplative Of Warm Teats

    April 10, 2016 Milking is not my place of redemption.  I never got to know God when rising at four on a cold winter morning and heading to the barn to milk cows or goats.  The lack of connection probably had a lot to do with cold fingers and a love for warm weather! Because…

  • Where Knuckles Should Never Go

    bolting gearbox to tiller. naturally sharp tines are too close to hand

  • Showing Up

    March 27, 2016 About a dozen folk were already in the high school when we arrived.  This was caucus day.  Caucusing is still a bit weird for us.  Before we first came to Washington State, we simply went to the local high school and placed our ballot.  Now living in a caucus state, we sit…

  • Seasonal Change

    last of winter sun whispers, my sky color is soon of ground  

  • Gold in Them Thar Commodes

    March 13, 2016 I never notice it during the summer. Well, maybe never is a little strong, but for the most part I do not. When I think of it though, how does one walk pastures and not notice it? After all, folk who know a lot more than I say that for roughly every…