Fear

Hackles rose on Mickey’s back, and a low growl began rumbling in her throat. Grant froze and laid a hand on her head. “Shh. It’s probably just the cows,” he whispered as he peered around a bush. Huckleberry bushes rustled and swayed in front of him. A black snout and...

Rain

It’s been an unseasonably warm and dry winter and spring. Being able to till and plant the garden earlier than normal spread out the work, so I feel less fatigue and time crunch. With that blessing another weighed on me. It was so dry out. On my walks, when I...