I am a chopper of wood and carrier of water, a keeper of bees, digger of soil, and washer of dishes, but when people ask me "what do you do" I usually satisfy them with "I'm in information technology." If they really want to know, I'll tell them about the decade as a wilderness guide. Some jobs are vocations, some are avocations, but that one was an evocation. I also wrangle pixels and try to herd them into representations of coherent thoughts, which is a provocation. :-)
Griping is easier than gratitude, and since the internet made comedians of us all, it’s usually funnier. Not so funny the algae growing back on the deck I’ve prepped twice for painting this year. I’ll soon be pressure washing the side of the house for the third time this year, and just what is that … More How Soon We Forget
Our travels recently took us across the top of the state to the northwest corner. It’s been a few years since I’ve made that particular journey through the apple country and the honeytraps that have grown up along the roads blown open to accommodate the hordes of people intent on escaping the cities. US Highway … More Rough Road
A year ago we published our first annual humorous attempt at a short list of pet peeves that were begging to be laughed at. What laughter doesn’t cure, it comforts. A year later and gratitude still overcomes annoyance, and what annoys us will still make us stronger if it doesn’t kill us, but on the … More Peeves and Pets
Just when Tracey had managed to threaten, frighten and charm the FedEx driver into delivering our weekly box of groceries from Home Chef to the front porch instead of the barn, we got a new driver. We found our raw chicken on the ground, below the barn 200 feet from the house, full of ants … More A Spirit Of Discord
In the autumn of a time long past, over three centuries of falling leaves and gathering acorns ago, a young Creek hunter moved silently through the dense forest near Little Whiteoak Creek, in the heart of the Koweta lands in what we now know as Coweta County, Georgia. His sharp eyes tracked a squirrel darting … More The Sentinel
“If the mass of citizens are to rule, it is absolutely necessary that they should have very strong principles of thought. … if you want to build a wall of pebbles you must have very strong cement.” -G. K. Chesterton During the long holiday weekend of the 4th our thoughts turn to the many ways … More A Wall Of Pebbles
The hogs are with us again. They have been with us since De Soto brought them here for food in the 1500s. In the early 1900s, Russian boars imported for sport escaped hunting preserves and bred with De Soto’s legacy and the free-ranging feral pigs of regional farmers. The cross turned survivors into thrivers, creating … More To Sweat Like A Pig
Dumb as a box of rocks. A few fries short of a Happy Meal. Half a bubble off plumb. You can’t fix stupid. When I hear some of the humorous and colloquial expressions we have for people prone to ill-considered actions, it evokes the memory of a story my dad liked to tell about his … More Two Bricks Shy Of A Load
We allow ourselves some satisfaction in knowing how to make things and fix them when they break. We know how to grow food and preserve it, and though the tomatoes in the garden down the hill might cost a king’s ransom in labor, the cost is offset by the health benefits of pushing a wheelbarrow … More Facing The Future
The floor of the forest is decorated by fallen petals of vigorously blooming mountain laurels, lifting the gloom of gray and green days soaked in air that wets your face without rain. A hummingbird feeds outside the kitchen window and I move slowly, trying not to disturb her breakfast. Beneath the umbrage of dark clouds … More Toasting The Good Old Days
Outside The Box 