Saturday, February 14, 2026

Once upon a time, there was a little boy and girl who loved sitting on their mama's lap and reading picture books.

I find it amazing, time and time again, how much the world is turning back around to the way it used to be long, long ago.

Writer Sue Hubbell, a fiercely independent beekeeper who makes her living all alone on her land in the Ozarks, had to be convinced that she had a memoir worth writing.

One day last week, the noise caught my attention. I pulled on my jacket to ward off the chilly wind and walked toward the barn bank.

One day last week, a woman told me the story of her parents. As her father's arthritis began to worsen, her mother began helping him dress each morning.

The world of agriculture keeps evolving in all sorts of ways, and it is refreshing to be able to say that many things are looking up.

This is the time of year that slows us down enough to enjoy the grandeur all around us. The leaves are absolutely stunning as the bright blue sky serves as their backdrop and the sunshine dapples the entire show with brilliance.

I was talking to a sweet woman one day this past week, and she mentioned that her little Westie dog is getting old and feeble.

Last week, I talked with a wise fellow who has witnessed many changing seasons. We discussed how unseasonably hot it has been for October as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Have you ever noticed how weeds come and go over the years? I recall the summer of the battle of Queen Anne's Lace.