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“Progress” The gate is open into a field of grass. The sun sinks low as the day goes past Into the twilight of a looking glass. And the cattle are grazing on the hill. In the valley the stream runs true Carving the land as it meanders through Over the horizon goes the water blue. And the cattle are grazing on the hill. Crickets serenade the new twilight Across the land goes… Read More
Wandering Poet Adventures announces their new venture into homemade fudge and candy.
Fall festival fun at the Wilson Family Farm’s annual pick your own pumpkin patch in Bethesda, Tn.
“Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.” From “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” -T. S. Eliot Taking Time to Smell the Roses I enjoy finding places where it seems that “time” stands still. Of course, I am keenly aware that we are constantly moving forward to our final… Read More
“So, I’m packing my bags for the Misty MountainsWhere the spirits go nowOver the hills where the spirits fly…” -Robert Plant K2 and I both love the mountains. There is something about being in places that rose into existence from the depths of the Earth long before my birth, surrounded by trees that were standing when my Great Grandfather was still walking this land, wading up streams to waterfalls that were born… Read More
“You may delay, but time will not.” -Benjamin Franklin The Lay of the Land My grandfather’s farm was a sacred place to me. The long gravel driveway stretched up the hill to the old white farmhouse, surrounded by a white picket fence in the front yard, and acres to roam in the back. It was a dairy farm off of Kedron Road in Spring Hill, Tn. It was one of many in… Read More
Of Christmas and of Christmas Trees I resolve myself to this thought, That it means much more to the heart of the season Than the many gifts that were bought. Of Christmas and of Christmas Trees My heart is sure to state, That we go much further than ribbons and bows And we move forward to some greater fate. Kelly Andrews © 2021 With everything going on with Christmas and New Year’s,… Read More
There is a slight breeze on my face this morning. It swirls a bit and gently pushes the leaves that are falling from the nearby trees, first left then right, but mostly I gather that it comes from the south. It is not Autumn yet here, but it is mid-September. Unlike recent years, this summer has yielded its oppressive humidity at least for now and the weather is pleasant. The temperature this… Read More
“They say you can’t make a living on farming… but doing anything else isn’t really living at all.” – Herman Melville An August Afternoon It is one of those sweltering, hot summer afternoons that frequent a Tennessee August. The air is still. Nothing is moving but the black flies, sweat bees, and mosquitoes that seem to relish the heat and are drawn by your perspiration and your inactivity in the stifling heat… Read More
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