Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Sunday, September 27, 2015


Big lunar eclipse this evening- stories, bonfire and eats. We had a good time, and Tennessee made it more an adventure by showing up, as well.

Wandering the Hills

Ianto's been wandering the hills looking for lizzards, fish, leaves, and butterflies, and he found at least one of them. Determined little man, he is.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Roads and Surroundings

It's looking like the road construction between Pigeon Hollow and Ephraim will be wrapping up soon, but I've tried to take advantage of the delays as much as possible. It's somewhat forced, but turning off the engine and just looking around on the road usually reserved for flying mindlessly onward is an act of deliberate hope and mindful, evaporative subversion, I reckon.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Huzzah! Some More Weird Poetry!

Each a Tree

We are each a tree in the beside a great field-
we attract are own champions 
as we also draw our own ruin.
Booming savages brimming with self,
squinty-eyed imperials of what we recognize 
from the far side of a thirsty heart.
In this parched and furrowed estate, 
how long will these tender leaves remain aloft?

Having travelled here from afar,
and depending on legends affirmed
without much perspective on distances 
between mileposts and synapses;
one way or the other, each floorboard lain beside another is a miracle of science 
and of some ancient birthright unearned.
And this is life’s keystone perched high overhead
made of chalk, under whatever rain falls, and forgotten 
by those whose vision is perpetually probing for crude.

And such is the dream of cooled watermelon and shade trees,
summer girls with their bobbed hair pinned back
and long swims in the glade-
These things don’t  keep, but the flavors last
as evenings in front of the fire 
and firefly walks beside languid rivers, 
if only in mentioning.
or remembering our progenitors 
as trees beside great, furrowed fields 

and in hope of champions or recovering from ruin.

Final Watermelon?

With what will likely be the last watermelon of the season, Hyrum created an impromptu piece of art and divied it out to all willing to partake. It's been a good watermelon year, plus, with some good observation and advice, we have hopes of next year growing some of our own larger than a softball.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015


The skies in the morning are changing over to fall. It's only the fifteenth, and changes are moving along quickly...

Thursday, September 10, 2015


One thing's for sure- we love beans and corn around here. Good harvest to you all!

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Burial of Cabin Electrics


Finishing the underground portion of the electrification project, finally. Now to find an electrician to do the tricky parts so I don't blow us all up. Or make the inspector cross.