by meadowspringpress | Sep 28, 2026 | Farm, Farm Rhythms, Wildlife, Writing
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...
by meadowspringpress | Aug 26, 2026 | Connection to Others, Devotions, Farm Rhythms, Uncategorized, Writing
Fifty-two days—not quite two months. That’s how long it took Nehemiah and the others to rebuild the wall surrounding Jerusalem.1 He knew the result he wanted to accomplish and stayed focused on his calling despite mockery, threats, and assassination plots from his...
by meadowspringpress | Aug 12, 2026 | Connection to Others, Devotions, Farm, Writing
What Speckles taught me page 1 For almost a year I’ve worked on Speckles, the Ordinary Chicken: writing the story, wrestling over words, finding a illustrator, realizing she couldn’t capture what I wanted to convey, finding a new illustrator who could. On...
by meadowspringpress | Aug 6, 2026 | Connection to Others, Devotions, Farm, Farm Rhythms, Writing
August 6, 2026 For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord; I sing for joy at what your hands have done. How great are you works, Lord, how profound your thoughts. Psalm 92:4-5 These summer days flow by, one after another, seemingly nothing significant happens: weeding,...
by meadowspringpress | Jul 9, 2026 | Connection to Others, Uncategorized, Writing
In addition to other hats I wear, I also administer standardized tests to home schooled students so families can fulfill Oregon’s laws for these families. In early June, I received my first shipment of A Cowboy with No Horse, the first book in my Spruceland...
by meadowspringpress | May 20, 2026 | Devotions, Writing
May 9, 2026 Sitting in front of a computer leads me paralysis, but give me a pen and paper, a cup of tea and my favorite spot on the couch, words flow. So, most of these words came first from that hallowed spot. When I write “pen”, that is exactly what I mean. You may...
