In Like a Lamb The wet, freezing, morose winds of winter must have eyes and those eyes must have been looking at a calendar because, on the first day of March, those harsh winds of winter ceased, and March came in like a lamb. The walks and ways and forest trails that were just last week… Read More »
The Greatest Man I’ve Ever Known On February 26, 1971, the greatest man I have ever known passed away. And though he passed away that bitter February night, he lives on in my heart and in my memory. There hasn’t been a day that has gone by in these last fifty years that I have… Read More »
February is the Longest Month of the Year February is the longest month of the year. And here I am stuck smack dab in the middle of February. The calendar says that February is the shortest month but it seems like the longest month to me. February this year, like most years, has twenty-eight days. By… Read More »
Winter in Farm Country It’s been brutally cold here for a brutally long time. I haven’t seen the ground for weeks – it’s been buried under a foot of snow. It’s boring here in farm country in winter. And this year, with the pandemic still in full vigor, it’s even more boring – if… Read More »
Walking Winter Days Warmly The Polar Vortex is swirling down from the arctic and soon it will hold most of the USA in its icy hands. And just last weekend we had a major snowstorm that left us with eight inches of white and drifting snow. All this reminds me of winters long ago, when I… Read More »
The Things That Belong to the Night During the night, in the quiet hours when most of the world sleeps, I lie awake and the things in the night become distorted and amplified. The faucet that drips, drips, drips, during the day goes unnoticed – but in the quiet of the night, it is a disturbing,… Read More »