The cycle of life is filled with gratitude
There is something about the bloom and blossom of spring that always feels like a fresh, new experience.
Loving all the hopeless things
As a child, Judith Sutherland named all the animals on her family farm. She couldn't give up on any without recognizing its wonder in the world.
Social connection is good medicine
Judith Sutherland believes there is nothing more soothing than the voice and the touch of those who have shared our common journey.
March reminds us of beautiful beginnings
Judith Sutherland recalls her father's excitement over the first signs of spring because it meant planting wasn't far behind.
Social gatherings created a sense of community
Not long ago, many people met through 4-H, bordering school events, community club gatherings or square dances.
My dad, my husband and coon hunting
Judith Sutherland recalls her father's bewilderment in regard to her husband's love of raccoon hunting.
Hard to be patient as weather warms
With the first blush of spring, regardless of what the calendar says, everyone gets a little excited.
Memories of trash and treasure: Part 2
The old farm dump site in the woods of Judith Sutherland's youth provided her and her siblings with the boards they needed to build their own treehouse.
Memories of trash and treasure: Part I
Judith Sutherland recalls her sister's excitement on trips to the dump, treasuring hunting through the trash.
Getting by with spunk and a spark
Judith Sutherland celebrates her mother's 89th birthday by honoring all of her wonderful qualities.
