A few years ago, in an encouraging rejection letter, an editor said my piece was “post-card writing,” describing a particular time and place in a way that is accessible to the reader. It was something that they used to publish quite a lot of, but now rarely do. When I read his description, I thought, … More A Spring Postcard
As the pastures fill calves, I’m reflecting on the hardiness of this new life and the good instincts of their mothers. Do I say this every year? Probably. I’m saying it again. I saw the first calf on the feed grounds out North on a morning when the temperature hovered just a bit north of … More Calving and Resilience
Ugh! I want to say something positive like, “We’re almost at the end!” But no one needs that toxic positivity when we all know that January can go well into March. Sure, December has just as much January in it, maybe more, in most years. But in December, we have lights, I’m baking cookies, there’s … More January is the worst!
It’s that awkward time of year, that transition between winter and summer. Spring sounds like flowers and bunnies, but it’s actually alternating days of sunshine and snow. And mud. Lots of mud. I wear a sundress and sandals one day, a sweater and muckboots the next. Wardrobe complications are slightly annoying; work complications are … More Recollections in Tranquility
My essay, Fimbulwinter, just came out in the latest issue of Wild Roof Journal, an essay dealing with last year’s apocalyptic winter. When the journal editors scheduled the it for their January issue, I thought, Perfect! We’ll have single digit temps, sub-zero if we’re lucky, and I’ll post the essay with a recent picture from … More Weather Predictions
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