Spring officially began last week. I feel the warmer breezes, I have started my annual search for green shoots poking up from the dirt, and I hear the squawks of the Canada geese as they fly back to the pond. Sure-fire signs of spring that don’t require a calendar. I...
As I anticipate the arrival of the seeds ordered earlier this month, I remember the Parable of the Sower, recorded in Matthew 13. Jesus told about a farmer who scattered seeds randomly. Some fell along a path where they were trampled and consumed by birds; they never...
Looking out over the snow-filled fields at first light, on this cold January morning, I shiver at the sight of gray skies and the sounds of howling winds that have ushered in another winter on the farm. The horses are blanketed, the heater is plugged into the water...
Some years, turning the pages on the calendar comes more easily to me than other years. Seasons change, and I change with them. Labor Day rushes past, and I start baking with apples and winter spices. By Halloween, I’m pulling out scarves and mittens and writing to-do...
I stepped into the gym. New faces. New places. “You can do this,” I said to myself and put a smile on my face. No matter my age, I still fear the unknown, especially when I face the unknown alone. But the faces were all friendly, the players all appeared to be having...