The rite of a haircut

“I like it. You look twenty years younger,” my husband says. And men say women exaggerate. “You haven’t worn your hair that short in almost twenty years.” Well, he’s closer to the truth on that one. My revived pixie hairdo and I sit at the kitchen’s island with a...

Life cycle of the hornworm

If you plant tomatoes, they will come. No respecter of the nightshade family, the tomato hornworm consumes tomato leaves, knows when green shoots sprout for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. No respecter of soil, overwintered moths emerge from the earth in early spring...

Open windows

I open my study window to a blessed breeze and birdsong. The ferns scorched by heat and drought whisper a rasping refrain. Memories of open windows waft in with faithful, faultless voices of robins, redwing blackbirds, mourning doves, and numerous winged creatures I...

Supper with Hutterites

On my return from West Virginia last month, Pauline welcomed me into her Victorian home in Newport, Kentucky. “On your way to Michigan tomorrow, will you have time to stop in Ohio for a visit with our friends the Harris family?” she asked. “Yes. I packed a dress with...

The purpose of things and people

Everything is designed with a purpose in mind. A bed for rest. A knife to slice our bread. A toaster, butter, and strawberry preserves to sweeten the day. Tongues to taste, swallow, talk and sing. Bless and curse. Fish, birds, and mammals feed on flies. Soil, rain,...