Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               July 23, 2025: one of those days nothing goes right, at least with what we plan.                 Haying, or trying, u-joint on the mower’s drive broke immediately on firing up the PTO.  Not a single blade of grass was harmed.                 Driving out of the pasture, trying to avoid packing the radiator with grass […]

        I used to stress, care who saw, hoping to impress or leave impression—but that’s not the way art works.  You put what you have out there.  Make it until it is good enough for you—and maybe it’ll be for others too.         You don’t know who it’s for.  The audience finds you.  When it’s […]

               One day we’ll see media, organized and social, for what it really is—little more than propaganda.  There is reason for every story told—and for every one suppressed.                When we take in media—do we feel better or worse, more connected or divided, agitated or at peace?                 There is intention in effect.                The […]

        Swallows fly in sweep before the tractor catching bugs in flush from engine’s sound.  Back and forth, they pass in swoop, angle of wings and v of their tails spread in arcs and glide; violet blue of topsides of their bodies, peach and cream flash when bellies show.  Mind is restless, won’t fix to […]

        I didn’t sleep well last night.  Maybe it was the iced tea at dinner, or cup of coffee after, or lights on in the kitchen through crack of door, too hot, or too cold, new pillow cover different from old’s feel.  Who knows?         Planting now, soft bounces and rhythm of tractor’s […]

        You can tell when a storm is near—even unseen in sky.  Temperature change, by body shivers in constant of tractor’s cab.  I turn the heater on, 86 degrees outside—winter-breeze moment before’s 92.           There are shadows to the southwest, haze of not-formed cloud.  From this, cloud becomes.  There shadow streaks beneath, contrails of rain’s […]

        I plant the last of our first-crop fields, our only west of town.  It is different country, as near as it is to the rest, and I feel an adventure and sense of levity as I drive into rolling hills of open land.  Black-eyed Susan’s and day lilies line the ditches of the narrow, […]

        They are just a few notes, same chords all play—but they are different from certain hands and certain souls, and you feel it right away.  It’s something I can’t do, no matter how I’ve tried.  Such is not my medium for affecting and touching souls, but when I hear it, I know it’s magic […]

        I replant the field.  Most-ideal of a non-ideal situation—it didn’t work.  Looking over field post-emergence, you can see the slopes and seeps and holds where water keeps—all of them were drowned, blank spots in stand of corn.           July, I plant beans.  Money for the nitrogen is lost; but decomposition of the ground […]

        Wide open pasture, I keep to the path worn by habited hooves.  It is easier, no grass or forage to catch and drag feet through; bare, solid ground, heading straight to destination I know—the drinker I turned off to encourage cattle to corral where I’ve worked them; treating and cleaning eyes because they […]