A memory

She didn’t see what she was getting into. Which was perfectly normal. She attended a school for the blind. None of the co-eds at my college found me desirable so when I learned about the nearby school, I visited it. We started dating and I convinced her of my desirability after which we married. Because there was hope she could see, I saved money and had a successful operation. It wasn’t long after that she asked me to save money for another surgery–she had seen enough of me and wanted the operation reversed. (Don’t know how many of my former students believed that "tale.")

Reluctance overcome

Like a slow moving, ponderous glacier, snow clings to life, almost laughing at the sun. But it gradually releases its grip, submitting to the day’s heat and warmer night time temperatures. Spring is taking a choke hold and within a few days the white blanket called winter will cease to exist in our yard.

Wildlife in the yard

Breakfast in progress. Reflection on window. Is that a moose? Yep. Crossing street from north neighbors into our yard. Pretty good sized cow moseyed from front to back yard then meandered about before heading toward the barn. Pam saw her by the snow covered iris patch and later checked to see if she’d gone. Lo and behold, Pam shouted for me to come. "A lynx!" Yep, another critter in the yard, a beautiful lynx stately strolled eastward from the barn door area to the end of the split rail cedar fence, stretched upward with front paws on a post then leisurely leapt over. Wow. How many animals grace our yard without our knowledge?


Is America at the crossroads? Is it time to return to the founding father’s Godly intent? Or is it time to fold the tent and give up? I’m standing for the Godly principles that made our country great. How about you?

Visitors to the farm

The kid showed up yesterday. Cute as could be. A yearling bull with one-inch button horns between his eyes and his ears. He stood eight feet from Pam who talked sweetly to him through the kitchen window before he wandered by the barn and down the power line. His ma showed up today, walked across our driveway and started pruning the smaller branches from our front yard willow tree. There she stands, a 2-foot branch dangling from her mouth, chomping it slowly while watching us front-on from 25 feet. She pruned as high as her neck allowed then rose on hind legs to reach branches 8-feet above the ground. When she turned her attention to the lilac bush, it was time to send her away. At last glance, she was moseying along sixty yards behind the barn and down the power line–a pretty good-sized cow moose.


What does it take to motivate someone to keep on keeping on? Sometimes only a morsel of something: a word, a gesture, a hug, a pat on the back, a wink. Whenever one of these is accompanied by kindness, that’s a plus.