Blue Tractor Glory
On Tuesday I saw a man-boy turning the corner of our back road in a blue tractor, and there was glory in his sand-blonde hair. For man is crowned with glory whe...
Category: spring
Why the blackbird sings after supper
Three days after Easter I see my first red-winged blackbird by the river. I was sitting on the porch after supper. It was my son who spotted them first, and tol...
Planting day
I planted my garden today. I’m actually a terrible gardener, and have always felt like a bit of a fake. Thankfully, plants are stubborn things, and resist even ...
prayer :: God of unfurled leaves
God of unfurled leaves, cast your cloak of green over our weathered shoulders. Whisper to us in the rustle of shimmering branches. Let your countenance shine in...
God’s Compost Pile
One day in May, when the apple trees are hinting at pink blossoms, I take my spade and head for the backyard. The smell of fresh green is all around me. The wor...