Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
Wednesday, June 30, 2021
On Vacation--Of Sorts
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Warning for Email Subscribers
Monday, June 28, 2021
Not Not-Dave's Chicks
This is Not-Dave. She is sitting on some stolen chicks. She looks a lot like her mother Dave (Josie did the naming.) Dave is part Banty hen and she raises a gang of chicks almost every year. Dave refuses to stay in the chicken coop and generally makes a nest amid the hay. Which is probably where she was when I took these pictures of Not-Dave.
Evidently two eggs hatched before the rest. And Not-Dave has the chicks while Dave continues to sit on the rest of the eggs.
Sunday, June 27, 2021
Saturday, June 26, 2021
The Hollow Land by Jane Gardam
The quiet beauty of this book kind of snuck up on me. Set in very rural Cumbria, a place where the mines have played out and farming is the occupation of the inhabitants who haven't moved away, the book is a collection of stories/vignettes about the rural community and a family from London who rent an old farmhouse as a vacation getaway.
As the city folk and country folk learn each others' ways, the children of the London family become more and more adapted to the local ways, as, indeed, do their parents.
It's a pleasantly quiet series of events, spanning many years--and the epitome of a comfort read for troubled times. Then too, I saw so many parallels with our own experience in moving from the suburbs of Tampa to very rural Madison County.
But it's the beauty of the descriptions that will send me back to read it again, as well as sending me in search of more of Gardam's work. Old Filth, I think, will be the next.
Friday, June 25, 2021
If you missed the first part, find it OVER HERE.
Thursday, June 24, 2021
Laroes to Catch Meddlers--At Last
Wednesday, June 23, 2021
Talking About a Revolution . . .
Tuesday, June 22, 2021
Monday, June 21, 2021
Summer Solstice, Facts of Farm Life, and a Photo Grab Bag
Sunday, June 20, 2021
If Josie Were God . . .
Saturday, June 19, 2021
As you can hardly help being aware, today is Juneteenth--long celebrated by the Black community in remembrance of the day news of Emancipation came to Texas--two and a half years overdue. Now, in a rare show of bi-partisanship, Juneteenth has become a national holiday.
I applaud this action--at the same time realizing that it does nothing to address the ongoing indignities and injustices suffered by most, if not all, Black Americans. This new holiday could be the beginning of a national exploration of the legacy of slavery and Jim Crow. Or it could be co-opted into cookouts and white sales.
And while the Right pats itself on the back for signing on to this holiday, they will continue to demand silence in schools about racial injustice.
It's not an acceptable tradeoff.
There's an excellent essay on the subject HERE, by Kevin Young, the Andrew W. Mellon director of the National Museum of African American History and Culture and the poetry editor of the New Yorker.
Friday, June 18, 2021
As a part of catching up with general maintenance that I'd let slide during the past year, I made an appointment with a new eye doctor. My previous guy retired so I picked out a group nearer to us. I don't wear prescription glasses, but use over-the-counter readers for close work. After cataract surgery and a lens implant five years ago, my vision has been not perfect but quite adequate for my needs. Lately though I've noticed blurring and having to squint to read some text.