Month: August 2024

Bronte and I walk the older flock down to the lowest pasture. I lean hard on the corner post of the moveable fence driving it deep into the earth, wrap the black tie around both sides of fencing, and knot. After making sure the tub is full of clean water we head back uphill, stopping…

I hefted a laundry basket piled with wet sheets out to the deck. Pulling in the line hand over hand and pinning them on, I sent them sailing out into the darkness. They drifted with the warm evening breezes like soggy ghosts. I watched them for a moment and heard a bird begin to call:…