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Watermelons Come Full Circle

High pressure lingers over the Ohio valley, finally, after the most humid summer I can recall. Mildew and insects thrived. The yellow chanterelle mushroom harvest, known mostly to hippies who…

Garden Party

Garden Party

Hippies in lawn chairs and hammocks strung between shagbark hickory trees lounge around their fire pit after cooking a meal of potatoes, cabbage, eggs, and some chicken breast with a story…

Bridge to Kincaid Holler

They finally opened the new bridge across the Muskatatuck river about a mile south of the Farmhouse. The first one, with wooden ties and steel arches, was known as Cavenaugh…

Chick Business

Chick Business

Winter insisted on one more attack in its annual losing battle with summer otherwise known as spring, holding temperatures below 40 F on Saturday afternoon even though the sun shone…

Ghosts & Chickens Snickering

Saturday afternoon the blusters of the North plains blasted the Ohio valley relentlessly. Our chickens loitered on the leeward sides of buildings, with sustained gusts maintaining a minimum of 30…

Springtime In Indiana

Spring blossoms all around, circling and curing the brief bout with March Madness we experienced this year in the realm of Hoosier hysteria. On Good Friday, the time according to…

Brown Eggs & Donald Trump

Spring seems to have successfully encroached upon winter's territory this time around. Our grass is thriving dark green thanks to all the chicken manure, and I doubt we'll have to…

The Auction

Snow flurries blow through our region these days, breezes gusting from the northwest. Most folks complain about the winter weather, but the writer in me savors this time of year.…

Back to Indiana

Unseasonably warm breezes carry the humid effects of the Pacific El Nino across Mexico and from the Gulf up the Mississippi and Ohio valleys to our niche in the southern…

Free Hippie Mike

Free Hippie Mike

Steady, gentle rain has pelted the surrounding firs and madrones for days on end. Jetta and I have been house-sitting a remote cabin up on Peachland while the tenant is…

A Horse Named Fitch

Cooler weather has finally arrived with the annual return of the flocks of sandhill cranes. The winter wheat, usually burned by freezes to a retreated frazzle of dark green and…