This is 40. A milestone birthday, I feel.


Here are some things I haven’t gotten to yet as personal goals in life but must, sometime in the next 40 or so…


Raise chickens


Learn how to spin fiber


Get a tattoo


Dye my hair pink


Learn how to 4-season garden


grow and put up most of our fruit & vegetable foods for a year


Sell my produce


Write something worth reading


Learn how to cook Indian food


Learn how to sew clothing in a way that doesn’t look so amateurish


Take a photography class


Learn how to identify trees and wild and roadside plants


Hmmm, well, I guess that’s enough to be getting along with.  I can barely keep up with life right now but maybe someday there’ll be some opportunities…


At the Lake

A day at Lake Michigan


Portland Days

What a nice trip! What nice friends!   We WILL be back, to stay, someday!

Sharon’s visit

Photo credits to Sharon herself

with much fun had by all.

Thank you for visiting me, Auntie Sharon!

First U-Pick

Good Friday

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.


Words: At­trib­ut­ed to // Ber­nard of Clair­vaux, 1153

Music: Pas­sion Chor­ale, // Hans L. Hass­ler, Lust­gar­ten neu­er teutsch­er Ge­säng, 1601; har­mo­ny by // Jo­hann S. Bach, 1729




Lent is upon us, its sober austerity accentuated by this year’s thick covering of snow.

Lent, a time for sobriety, for abstemiousness, for contemplation.

In the over-stuffed glut of our grocery stores with their brilliantly colored and packaged foods and food-like products, anemic-tasting produce plucked too early from warmer climes and shipped thousands of miles to the cold north, it is easy to forget that not all that long ago Lent was an actuality, a necessity, as well as a religious observance.

With the feasts of winter festival days behind, the better part of winter past but still weeks till the first greens peep from under their winter mantle, the Days of Lent were once a time when physical want and need served as a foil to offset spiritual want and need. Or perhaps it was vice versa, the ritual of spiritual shriving giving a mental fortitude to the belt-tightening required as Fall’s bounty gives way, the roots are eaten, the food put by in plentiful times dwindles.

Deep below the snow, unseen, unguessed, unheralded as yet, the roots and buds are spinning and plotting, the Earth’s fullness is readying itself to spring up and give birth to life and newness just as deep below our outward appearance we can take the time in this season of impoverishment, to reflect on our own need for renewal, for the coming sip of refreshment taken in the coming spring air and revival of life.

Many cultures and times have turned the season of want into a time of reflection, belt-tightening into soul-searching.

Now is the time to view the snow, the cold, the dark and reflect and look forward to the newness of life and earth and beings, to value  the lessening and look ahead to fullness.

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