Death of a house…

A tree falls and an old friend is lost | Chron.com - Houston Chronicle It was a giant tree, upended by a freak wind, that sealed its fate — the charming, sunny little cottage next door to me. It had its own personality; for years it had been a happy…

Weekend musing

After shopping around in our electrical supply market here in Texas, I can tell you, I sure don't feel like I've saved any money over the past decade. If anything it seems like the only winners have been the old utilities. And to find out the chief author of the…

Saturday morning muses at the end of summer.

I began thinking of the wordsmiths I enjoy who make their primary living working on the farm. I haven't made it a point to search these folks out, but maybe I should. There is something about the solitude of farm work that seems to allow the wordsmiths it produces to let their words steep and age before they commit them to paper (or electronic replacements thereof).