I drifted away thinking of all her endless hours of contemplation.

All summer, it has been almost a game dodging the yellow jackets that darted in and out of a tiny crack in the siding of the house right near the back door.

Picking raspberries today reminded me why this work matters.

It was hot the day I picked the peaches. It took 2 days to process them all, and the kitchen was like Georgia in July with the canning pots belching out steam for hours on end.

Each spring, I start tucking seeds into the soil with purpose. Like many gardeners, I grow food for my family. But in recent years, it’s become more than that.

Random musings about farm life ... and I still wouldn't trade it!

I don't really pay attention to what the calendar or weatherman says about the season changing. I just go outside and listen to the critters.

Today was a bore. Mending day. Fixing buttons, seams, and zippers. My oldest had 7 pairs of jeans with both knees ripped out from one seam to the other that looked straight out of a zombie movie. The youngest had his share, too.

What's on your plate?