I’ve wanted, for most of my life, to make a scarecrow. So, at the ripe old age of 32 I finally realized my dream. Upon completion we sat together on the porch for awhile and when I finally decided to go inside I caught a glimpse of my recent creation out of the corner of…
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…
The Wicked Chicken 