Last week a 45-year-old pecan tree came down (thanks to Greg and crew) in order to open the space for a retreat house to be built. The tree sprouted as a volunteer seedling some 45 years ago, only a few feet from the dirt-floor shed that was our original garage in the mid-fifties. It was […]
It was a full day yesterday, so this morning as I chastised myself for missing a day of journaling here in the post, I thought of Daddy and his faithful note-making for all but the first few of his 96 years. He logged farm activities, company entertained, worship attendance… all the regular rhythms of his
It’s that time of year… time to put the garden to bed. In fact it’s been a bit of a gardening bust this year at the shepherdess. Early in the spring I explored solutions to plumbing challenges, and so the yard between the garden and the farm house was torn up for trenching and laying