Wild Game

With Thanksgiving a very recent memory, I would like to reflect on what I am thankful for.  I realize, as I troll social media and the internet, not everyone approves of hunting. Or raising your own food.  And, I find it rather funny, that I was not a hunter until I met my husband in my…

So long Summer……

 The last hay cutting sends a beloved message to my soul, a message that autumn is here with winter nipping at its heels.  Hailing in fallen leaves, crisp mornings and cool nights with scents of smouldering pine lingering in the air.  The fields, dotted with square and round treasures, are silent.  Leaning against a freshly…