Summer goes by quietly at our farm
There are so few things we can hold on to, no matter how tight our grip. Summer is most definitely passing for another year....
Childhood storyteller lived life right at home
With the heat and humidity bordering on torture, after the chores were done and all the animals well watered, my hubby and I decided...
Every town should have one…
Last week, I wrote of my lucky find at the Jeromesville Homecoming, landing the top bid on my father’s senior high school yearbook. I...
Yearbook awakens memories of small town life
Sometimes, the smallest contribution pays big dividends. This past Saturday my hometown held its annual homecoming festivities. Though it was hotter than blue blazes,...
Lesson learned during relaxing weekend get-away: Never say never
Sometimes, it is hard to imagine a different life, the possibility of the sun shining just as brightly in an entirely new place. No...
A picture is path for memory lane
Old photographs, especially those discovered which had never been seen, are like a happily successful archeological dig. There is nothing more exciting to me...
Set for fun with Clover and Alfalfa
Farm and Dairy ColumnistWhile all of our neighbors were busy in the hay fields, we were finding a unique new way to add timothy...
Summer leaves indelible memories
“The wise will start each day with the thought, ‘Fortune gives us nothing which we can really own.’” — Seneca
The full moon and an...
Two friends, a world apart? Or not?
On Saturday, a dear friend who lives in Tampa sent me a quick message, saying she and her hubby were going to drive out...
Is it puppy or horse love? Spring has arrived
There were all sorts of signs. One by one these signs sort of tapped me on the shoulder, trying to get my attention. My...
