He materializes out of river-bottom tangles, silent as the morning mist that hangs thick in the cottonwood and...

I’ve gotten into this habit of listening to Jason Isbell and the 400 Unite while I garden. I love to sing along with...

Back when it was still cold, we decided to try our hand at a no till garden — a mixture of hügelkultur and lasagna...

  I haven’t had a chance to write about it much, but I seldom choose to leave our house these days. My home is on...

Point Remove Creek’s slow warm currents dawdle in the lazy hot days of mid-summer. The creek bottom’s air dawdles,...

During my rural childhood, I was taught, as I’m sure many of you were, that there were two appropriate places for guns...

One afternoon, a neighbor stopped to ask if we had any chickens missing. All of ours were accounted for, happily...

The old white farmhouse was tucked into a corner with woods on two sides. A gentle ridge dense with post oak and...

We recently lost our sweet Katie Dog to heart failure. A few weeks before that, we lost our cat Orwell to old age. In...