Hands Calloused hands built the fires—and kept them burning steadied a shotgun Smoothed curls and swung axes Fashioned dresses from flour sacks rocked cradles sewed buttons baked bread Boiled laundry in hot tubs and scrubbed and scrubbed Grew tomatoes … Continued
I’ve learned much about life with a shovel in my hand, dirt under my fingernails. Planting a seed is a miraculous thing, and I never tire of watching the miracle unfold. It’s a story in the making. Setting: A garden … Continued
Nothing compares to growing up on a farm. As a kid, I had the run of acres and acres of land, animals to cuddle and contend with, cousins to explore the woods with or make hay tunnels in the lofts. Mom and Dad were always … Continued