We planned to ride this morning if the evening rain wasn’t too heavy. Stars were in alignment, and hardly any rain fell in the night. It was a beautiful, cool morning Bart decided he needed sleep more than exercise, but eventually, between bribery and beating, he staggered up and we all had a fun ride. […]

May is a wrap. Another month collapses under the weight of time. Around here, there has not been much newsworthy activity. We have become addicted to Wordle and have been enjoying sharing results with brother, Michael, who taught us two new words. A mano is a stone grinder used by hand to grind on a

Harry and I both come from families lucky in war. Harry’s father worked in an essential industry (steel) and so was required to work, rather than serve in the military during World War II. My maternal grandfather, too, was in the steel industry in the United States. On the Barry side, British, my great-grandfather was

We don’t really pay attention to the holidays anymore. Every day is a holiday, since we do what we love and are surrounded by animals and nature. Thanksgiving is quotidian. Friday continued the trend of wet weather. We had a social engagement Friday evening, and as we were preparing to leave, clouds parted, sunshine returned,

It has been a wet Spring, which reminds me of the VERY wet year, 1993. This year is nothing like as soggy as that one, but I wandered back in time and retrieved some old photos from that auspicious damp year, when we lived in Bowling Green, Missouri, about an hour north of here. The