This is how we spent two hours Friday: lined up to cross the French Broad River bridge. TWICE. (I’ve been calling it the French Bread River Basin since then; it is neither broad nor bread, but certainly it’s worth poking fun at). And here’s the catch: we didn’t have to cross it even once, much less twice:…

You see differently when you’re on the road. Something about the ribbon of highway before you, the enclosed space of the car, the forced closeness and the expanse of sky and road. It’s a kind of magic. Greater writers than I have said so – I won’t belabour the point. But I do wonder what…

This is the 2nd baby rabbit that Sophie-the-13-year-old-cat has brought in to us. Unfortunately, the 1st one didn’t survive the experience 🙁 . (We won’t go in to the gruesome way it ended up, and it wasn’t really the cat’s fault…) Usually when Sophie brings me ‘gifts,’ if I can get to her immediately, and…

We’ve had 7 inches of rain this past week. Other parts of Oklahoma have had a foot or more. When I went to the Farmer’s Market this week, the radishes looked more like scarlet beets, they were so huge! The fragrance of rain hitting dirt has a name: petrichor. I remember when I learned that word…

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