Down the Road

Here’s your lawn sign.

So what, quit bothering me.

To me, it’s the year of Get Shit Done.

Sometimes you choose the road, sometimes the universe chooses it for you.

But a look under the covers revealed more than I wanted to see.

It was a call I had long anticipated but never wanted.

She passed away at 52, a massive stroke, too young for that.

They say, after a while, owners begin to resemble their pets. He’s a good looking dog, so that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Merry Christmas

Preserving the past.

It’s the simple things in life that provide the most joy, a blue sky, a touch of clouds above the distant hills, a porch to sit on, and a…

There is something special about the heat from a wood stove, it penetrates to your bones and warms your heart. It magically turns rainy…

When I said that she smiled, gave a little laughed and replied we are old. I said no I mean older, you know years from now. I want to…

It’s Sunday morning the air is cool and the fog that settled into the valley is beginning to lift on rays of sunshine. I love this time…

I retire for the night early slipping under the covers and rolling to your side of the bed. The sheets are cool but not like the ones we…