08 February 2020/Saturday Sunrise 7:41 am/Set 5:35 pm 7 degrees this morning. Light, fluffy snowflakes falling at 8:30 am. Stopped now. It is overcast with a high temp of 16 expected. The SSW wind is 12 mph. It was cold yesterday. I took the afternoon off work and drove to Fertile to snowshoe along the […]Read more "Journal Entry: 08 February 2020"
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. —Rumi I want to tell you about running in the early morning, stepping away from the house and heading up the driveway, a quarter-mile long. To run outside in the early morning began as an idea and then became a commitment […]Read more "The Stronger Pull"
At 12:45 this afternoon the temperature is -2. The wind is blowing 30 miles per hour. The windchill is -27. The fact that the sun is shining does not soften the inhospitableness of the afternoon. The wind moans; snow cuts through the air; drifts climb steadily higher against the shed and house. There will be […]Read more "Late February Thoughts"
Frost touched northwestern Minnesota early Thursday morning. Just like that, summer ended. We now watch the forecast closely, tarps at hand to cover late-ripening tomato and pepper plants. Beets and carrots are pulled; soups simmer in stock pots and slow cookers. Yellow squash is blanched and frozen. Spent plants are gathered and thrown atop the […]Read more "Inevitable Change"
My mother had a good deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. Mark Twain My mother had great designs for me. I was to be an artist — a dancer on the musical theater stage. She financed endless dance lessons toward this end. For years she arranged car rides to-and-from lessons; […]Read more "A Mother’s Designs"
The thermometer sat at -13 degrees at 9:45 this morning. We’ve made some improvement in the last hour; the thermometer now rests at -11, but the windchill remains -33. I am so heartened by this rise in temperature, though, I have decided to put on my snowshoes and venture outdoors. I will stay in the vicinity […]Read more "News from the Frozen North"
“At night make me one with the darkness,” the poet Wendell Berry wrote. “In the morning make me one with the light.” I snowshoed west across the open field this morning. The sky was overcast. Snow fell from above or was blown from the northwest; I couldn’t tell which as I traveled slowly, my head down […]Read more "Without Constraint"