Saturday, July 30, 2016

The e-mailer was hotter than a $3 pistol. "What part of illegal don't you understand?" the opening salvo of the angry note asked after a column on immigration reform - and the lack thereof - a month ago.

It should be noted that what I lack in mechanical ability, I make up for with a complete lack of common sense.

Soothing is the contented purring of a friendly cat - its companionship helping me forget my problems and warming me by its cozy comfort.

It's just a bull. He'll only be here until ________ (insert your local livestock sale day). No rush feeding him, we won't be raising him, he'll be someone else's problem.

I heard a snippet of a conversation while dashing through the grocery store not long ago. A woman, visiting from far away, judging by her New England accent, made the comment to another woman, "I am really considering moving here.

While the nation's farmers leap into spring planting, this office is reluctantly digging through the winter drifts of stories gone undone.

I have spent nearly nine years teaching my children that patience is a virtue (although sadly, not one of mine) and that there are no stupid questions.

Warmed by the sun, my bare arms feel free in the fresh spring air, and the heat that builds in my van reminds me of warmer days ahead.

I'm intrigued by the growing "local foods" movement and direct marketing of just about anything farm-fledged.

I have followed the stir regarding drinking unpasteurized milk with interest. Like many of you, I am sure, I grew up drinking milk straight from the cow.
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