Chilly Hope
"The freshness of the milk and its creamy butterfat permeates your senses, and you are whole."
A Farmer’s Winter Pasture Walk
The challenge: It takes time to linger long enough to notice something meaningful.
The Old Corn Crib
When I touch old barn wood, I sense character, honesty and integrity. You might even say I’m smitten with an old piece of weathered reddish gray barn siding. It speaks to my farming heritage which exudes toughness, resiliency and true love. But like our present society, there aren’t that many farmers or aged barn wood …
The Hurtful Word of 2020
It’s out! 2020’s list of top searched words, according to Merriam-Webster. Ready? Coronavirus, defund, mamba, kraken, quarantine, Antebellum, schadenfreude, asymptomatic, irregardless, icon and malarkey with “Pandemic” claiming the top spot—Woohoo! Goggle chimed in with “election results” as their top search with Zoom, unemployment, stimulus checks and how to make hand sanitizer as runner’s up. From …
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Here I am; pasture empty, pants dotted with cow manure and a hoof imprint on my calf, standing in an empty pen wondering about my life’s effort as a grass farmer nourishing the land and people. My work seems to be under attack from contributing to climate change to animal welfare issues. It’s an emotional …
Seashells
In memory of my brother Scott Bishopp. The ocean is such a powerful metaphor for me who cries often, thinking about my brother who took his last breath upon its shore. As I walk on its sand, there is not a seashell on the beach that proves uninteresting to me. The wholes and pieces of …