It snowed. Again! But this time, thank goodness, it did not stay. Perhaps, we thought as we head to the middle of May, winter is relenting; spring is making a stand.
The day before was cold and windy but the sun shone brightly. My wife Laura and I decided it was time to inspect... Read More
The call was unmistakable: the Sandhill Crane. I was collecting garbage on the screen porch preparing to cart it to the truck it being dump day.
There they were, male and female, later Mom and Dad if last year was anything to go by. The two, tall magnificent birds stood on a large mound... Read More
‘Six days on the road and I’m gonna be home tonight…” Dave Dudley, Classic Country
Eighteen inches – darned near two feet. That is how much snow fell in the 48 hour period here at Casa Jones.
It wasn’t just the amount of snow; it was the... Read More
Sunday morning I arrive at our refrigerator only to discover that we are out of milk. Gasp! What will I put in my coffee? Out the door and into the car and off to our local store.
In our township is a long hill down which one must drive to get to our local store. The... Read More
It’s April. The crows are back; the ravens never left. Water is running in the ditches beside the roads. My wife Laura is itching to plant seeds. Signs of spring?
Well, it certainly felt like it on Good Friday. Good Friday was warm and sunny. The glare off of the snow almost... Read More
I had a dream. Perhaps it was a nightmare. It was in colour.
I remember being at a community hall – our community hall in our rural township, except that it wasn’t.
Everything about the hall was different as happens in dreams. It faced south instead of west and it was open... Read More
Last week I wrote about little things that can create huge catastrophes. This week I’m musing on little things that can elicit chuckles.
I’ve mentioned before in this column about the Chewy Wars – those contests as to who can steal, hoard or uncover another pooch’s... Read More
Well we received some more snow. On Saturday, I looked out of our picture window to behold a winter wonderland.
All of the trees were again covered in white. Very beautiful. And here we are on top of St. Paddy’s Day and later this coming week, first official day of spring! ... Read More
Eventually things wear out, things break. Even the best built equipment sighs and sags due to repeated stress.
On a farm there are a lot more things that succumb to age, wear and tear.
On my farm, the breaking point is usually at the most inconvenient of times.
Like... Read More
By Fred Jones
‘The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.” – Coleridge: Frost at Midnight (1798)
It is gone now – disappeared, all too brief a show.
We had a winter wonderland with every tree and bush bedecked with the most beautiful... Read More