Category: My Country Life

  • There I was, walking along with my puppies on our dirt road yesterday morning, the sun just barely peeking into the Hollow, when suddenly Max and Belle caught a whiff of something exciting and took off in a full run. I thought they would stop after a few yards as they usually do, but to…

  • Belle's silhouette, a blacker black than the pre-dawn darkness, drew me through the French doors and out onto the deck this morning, but the golden orb resting on a nest of treetops just over the deck railing is what sent me scrambling back inside for my camera. I snapped before making the right adjustments, just…

  • Almost every morning for years now I've walked the same mile of rocky, caliche road, up to the bend and back. Some mornings I veer off into the woods or along the creek bed. The seasons trade places quietly; changes are subtle when you're watching every day.  This morning I felt the touch of autumn…

  • I start almost every morning with a walk down my dirt road with Belle and Max. Their joie de vivre is palpable. Contagious. I'm addicted to these walks, to watching my "puppies" greet each new day with passion and energy and optimism.  Max and Belle were both strays who wandered up to strange houses with a…

  • This morning the sun's red-orange fingertips barely touched the horizon when I stepped out onto the road for my walk. Belle and Max, prancing in the pre-dawn darkness just beyond the French doors, had convinced me not to wait until daylight. A rowdy wind whipped down the road, whistling through the trees and playing with…

  • Daniel heard whimpers from the edge of our porch. Following the sound, he discovered our neighbor's dog, Haley, lying in the dirt. Cuts covered her body – her eye, her paws, her belly, her thigh – blood oozing, but thankfully, not pouring out. He helped her up onto the porch. She couldn't walk on her…

  • Last week, I took these photos of the pond in the hills… As you can see, I use the word "pond" lightly… Instead of a pond, I think it had become a nightclub for raccoons! Looks like they have some pretty good dance moves down!   But then, something magical happened… It rained! All it took…

  • It started like this… Belle's face peered in from the pre-dawn darkness, much earlier than usual. I had just stumbled from the bedroom, still groggy with sleep. She seemed nervous about something. Stepping outside, I knew right away what had her up so early, wanting our company… …The frogs had a croaking chorus coming from…

  • It's a toss-up which I love the best, autumn's electric blue sky stretching cloudless from horizon to horizon or summer's sky of robin blue, dotted with cloud-dogs and cloud-dragons and cloud-ships.  But even I, lover of blue skies and sunshine, can appreciate the beauty of a stormy sky, of the grays and pinks…   …of…

  • It rained today.  For the first time in months, I heard thunder. I felt raindrops. I was at work, busy with customers and orders and separate checks, but even though I couldn't really dance in the rain, in my mind I imagined I was. And it felt great! Sweet!   Last Sunday I met friends…