Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Joy is found in simple moments if our eyes and our hearts are open. Today, from the back porch of what will soon be our new home, I watched nine deer amble across the hay field, just about 75 yards from where I stood, only the white board fence separating us.

(Note: Editor Susan Crowell is traveling with an agricultural trade mission to Israel. This is her first report, filed after arriving in Tel Aviv.

It is almost spring and the first specks of bold, new colors are sprouting among us. No, not spring flowers silly.

A rap on my kitchen door told me that our neighbor Zoe was outside. She's developed a bold, persistent knock, probably because there is such a delay before one of us answers.

Applying fertilizers to hay and pasture fields to stimulate plant growth will generally increase yields substantially.

Look, I just don't know if I can stomach the path this nation is taking one more day. What kind of world do we live in when a down-on-his-luck panhandler has to say, "Pardon me, brother.

A few weeks ago, my eighth grader casually mentioned that she was one of two representatives from her classroom in the school spelling bee.

A month ago this space outlined the ongoing Australian probe of AWB Ltd., that nation's single-desk wheat exporter, and the nearly $215 million in kickbacks and bribes it paid to Iraqi officials to keep Aussie wheat flowing into Iraq between 1999 and the U.

I awoke, slightly bleary-eyed from not nearly enough sleep, and headed for the kitchen one morning last week.

Nothing's wrong just as long as You know that someday I will. Someday, somehow I'm gonna make it all right But not right now.