Twelve Days

Twelve days may not seem like much, but it reminds me of the dark days of winter, waiting for the sun. And I need the light. We all do.
So I rose before dawn, saw my love off, and contemplated. Then something said “Go,” and I went.

Strange Sheep

So while driving, I found this strange group of independent sheep. They showed zero curiosity when I stopped the car, and only one lifted it’s head for a moment. The really weird thing was that they all stayed an equal distance from each other, ignoring me and each other, while completely filling the pasture.

The Farmer’s Market has begun, and. . . We’re Off!

It’s hard to believe that it’s summer already, but June is here, and the Reading Farmer’s Market has begun. This year’s hours are on Tuesday only, from 4 to 7 p.m. at the Michigan Pavilion in Reading, MI.