Most people who come to my house love all the trees. I do too. The yard is full of maples, oaks and black locusts. They are like old friends and I’m proud many of them …
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Around the Farm: Breaking out the rake
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A Writer’s Gift
Some of you who read my blog may notice I have started posting a lot more this week. Over the weekend I attended a blogging workshop held by Jon Katz and Maria Wulf down at …
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AROUND THE FARM: “Winter is coming,” part 2
Preparing the Chickens Before anyone gets nervous, I don’t mean putting them in the freezer. Although I do think about it whenever they peck up a plant I like (I have my moments). I love …
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Forty-three
Today is my birthday. I am the age I titled this post. I remember thinking when I was in my 30s that 40 seemed so old and far away. Now it is here, has been for …
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ON MY SOAPBOX: Hit and Run
Driving home tonight I passed two skunks, a porcupine, and a raccoon, all dead. Squashed in the road and left to be food for crows. Every day and night animals are killed by cars. You know, …
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Saving Louis and Clark
They both looked at me, I looked at them, and I knew I had really come to take them home. Who had I been kidding? They felt so good – not just cute, which they were, but all kittens are cute. It felt more like we belonged together....
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Finding the Old Oak: A Love Story
Barbed wire pierced the trunk, bark having grown up and around it, becoming a part of the tree itself. Roots as wide as my arms and legs tumbled down into and ran among the gray stones. It was hard to tell where the tree started and the wall began. At that point, it didn’t really seem to matter: They were one, the wall and the tree, as they had been for a century...
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The Long Road Home
Traveling along through the early evening, I watched the clouds roll away and the sky clear, shocked by the red riot of the sunset, and followed the path of the mists curling across the hills and down into the valleys, still clinging here and there to some odd anchor. I watched the light fade, the long light I love so much, and the shadows start to overtake it all. It was gorgeous and devastating, peaceful and powerful both at once...
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Capturing eternity in an hour: painting in the great outdoors
The rest of the afternoon I spent painting, looking out on the ever-changing landscape that is water and sky. I had never painted in the great outdoors before, and it had it's fair share of challenges. Like, how do I keep up with the colors when the light changes all the time? But I finished my little painting in just a few hours...
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THROUGH MY LENS:
One of my favorite spring wildflowers is the trout lilly. They grow in vast groups through the woods surrounding my pond, tiny armies marching their way beneath trees, around rocks, and through shrubby undergrowth. Every spring I …
Jacqlyn Thorne 