Attack of Daddy Goose

Sunlight glittered atop the surface of the pond. The water was smooth except for a few ripples floating away from the geese as they paddled peacefully from the muddy bank. Between them, in all their fuzzy cuteness, six goslings swam. Mother and father goose kept a watchful eye, heads held tall and proud, as they…

Dreaming of Spring

We are well into January and blazing toward February as I write this. Here in Tennessee, Winter has really just begun. We've had a couple of pretty dustings of snow, just enough to make us wish for a "big one" so we can get some use out of our long-neglected sled, but my affections are…

Into the Woods

On New Years Day I finally ventured into the woods to explore beyond the old farm fence and find the creek. In our garage I found a huge, heavy set of wire cutters... ...and set out to clear a path. It didn't take long to trek through the trail my father had cleared back in…