Trees To be a giant and keep quiet about it, To stay in one’s own place; To stand for the constant presence of process And always to seem the same; To be steady as a rock and always trembling, Having the hard appearance of death With the soft, fluent nature of growth, One’s Being deceptively … Read more
A Farm-Picture THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away. – Walt Whitman
American poet e. e. cummings sums up the healing capacity of God’s creation and how it points us to His existence. i thank You God for most this amazing… i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is … Read more
I’m just going to come out and say it: I like beer — a lot. So when my wife informed me that beer is not exactly “Paleo”, I was more than a little concerned. I can survive without the bread, the pasta and the cereal. I can do without doughnuts, cake, candy, ice cream, and … Read more
The boys and I spent the afternoon yesterday hiking and playing in a river that runs through the state park. We read the following poem by Walt Whitman and were successful in finding a few “heart-shaped leaves” of our own. I wish July would never end…. A July Afternoon By The Pond The fervent heat, … Read more
A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key. … Read more
Strict adherents of the Paleo diet generally eschew drinking alcohol. Realistically speaking, we know there are times when you may want to indulge. I personally enjoy having a margarita now and then but I really dislike the overly sweet versions. This recipe for the Fireball Margarita has no added sugar and is fairly low in … Read more
Laughing Blue Steel TWO fishes swimming in the sea, Two birds flying in the air, Two chisels on an anvil—maybe. Beaten, hammered, laughing blue steel to each other—maybe. Sure I would rather be a chisel with you than a fish. Sure I would rather be a chisel with you than a bird. Take these two … Read more
The Bee is Not Afraid of Me The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially — The Brooks laugh louder when I come — The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day? -Emily Dickinson
A little baby bunny lives on my back porch. I see him almost every day. When I have coffee out there he hops out of his hiding place, if i am very still, and nibbles on my flowers and blueberry bushes. I’m not sure he has discovered the three raised garden beds full of veggies … Read more
