What Would Grandpa Think?

Yesterday morning, as I savored a bowl of stewed rhubarb fresh from the garden, I mused on our homestead, and commented to Michelle that I wished that Grandpa Zeiger could visit us, and predicted that he’d be very proud of her gardening efforts. That led me to wonder, what would my late grandfather really think of our homestead? Continue reading →

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An Overabundance of Oliver

If you’re reading Mary Oliver’s Twelve Moons as a lunar calendar with me this year, today is another day to read an extra poem, one not matched to a particular moon phase. The poem is Music Lessons. I enjoyed it; the idea of getting carried away in the process of making music certainly speaks to me, although the “knife at the throat” line comes out of way left field. Continue reading →

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