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Leaves of three, leave them be
As if it were yesterday, I can recall my dad telling me, on more than one occasion, “Boy, you’re like a bull in a china shop!” Some things don’t change; let me explain. A few of years ago, in mid-August, I went to my hunting property to set my treestands for the...
Learning to tie my shoes
Last May, a young woman named Mallori from Fogler’s Greenhouse in Lake Orion called. “This is our first spring at this location. The end of July we’ll bring in produce for a farmer’s market.” “That’s fabulous! I’ve shopped Fogler’s on Rochester Road for years.” “Do...
Learning about all the angles
I’m sure you’ve seen the raw anger and outrage boiling over on the streets throughout this country in the past weeks. It’s impossible not to have, really. Most likely you’ve glimpsed the video of George Floyd, an African American man, gasping his last breaths while...
Perfect timing for a nature freak
Several Aprils ago, I drove by a DTE crew lunching on a shady hill–my favorite slope on our Natural Beauty Road. I pulled over to the right shoulder where orange columbine once danced in the wind, and turned off my car. I pushed the hazard button and walked up the...
Opportunity in quarantine
Some of us are better at seizing opportunities than others. The first step in seizing opportunity is recognizing it. Crisis is opportunity. The Chinese word for crisis has two characters; one representing danger, and the other opportunity. COVID-19 is dangerous. A...
Reveling in summer’s sixth sense
I’m pleased to announce the Fifth Annual Yule Love It Lavender Farm Poetry Contest Winners. This year’s theme was “Sixth Sense of Summer.” First Place: Liza Young, Sterling Heights, Michigan A Consequence of Warmth I am leaning into the melon, ready to wedge the red...
Agricultural lessons and liberty
The summer day I saw Granny walking down her Appalachian alley, swinging a hen by its feet, the head dangling back and forth, I knew we’d find fried chicken on her supper table. Discreet in her butchering and processing, my sisters and I never discovered where she...
The scent of rainfall
Iris Harkins, the only other Iris in our large church congregation, often sat behind my family of five during Sunday’s worship service. A friendly woman with a British accent, early on she said her husband Frank gathered with our pastors on the platform. Reverend...
Staying confident we’ll see you in September
From Detour to Detroit, from Saline to St. Ignace and Traverse City to Tawas, all are ghost towns today. COVID-19 has seen to that. These are the most challenging of times and its full impact remains to be known. “Just stop what you’re doing, go home and stay there,”...
The full moon reminds me
Moonlight cast mullion shadows upon my bedroom floor. The Man in the Moon had sneaked up on me again. Thirty-one years sleeping in the same place, I’ve learned lunar cycles from my southward view. Yet, somehow I’d lost track of the moon’s waxing and waning. “No...