Sarah drove in: I looked out our bedroom window and saw her small dog, Chewy, hop out of the car in his orange dog coat. I made my steps deliberate and slow so as not to beat her to the door. She rapped quietly and let herself in. I squatted next to the brown doughnut-dog…
Author: Melissa Perley
Lessons Learned
Each day is lighter a bit earlier. Around the holidays I’d flip on the outside lights before four in the afternoon: now dark doesn’t fall until after six. We still pull out the folding card table each evening, set it up in the living room, light the fireplace and have dinner in front of it….
Deep Roots
We began February under a Wolf Moon: a large full moon named by Native Americans. It is believed that they named different full moons to differentiate seasons, and that when the large Wolf Moon was up it would be at the coldest time of year. Wolves would howl in response to the lack of food…
From The Ground Up
In January 2024, it seems all of our talk centers around weather, especially temperatures. We received an Alexa device for Christmas from one of our sons a few years ago and one of the few functions we use is asking about the upcoming week’s weather… and how to spell things. Early January was characteristically blustery…
Accepting The Unacceptable
It is cold. Not cold where you debate wearing a hat cold, but the kind of cold where the snow squeaks when you walk on it, like sneakers in a gym. January cold. When I go out to do chores I spend a good ten minutes mummifying myself. Wool, head to toe or, if you…
The Flock
The wrapping paper has been rolled and stored, the gifts carefully stuffed into created corners and the last of the holiday leftovers eaten. We spend New Year’s day pulling down the shooting star off the shop, burning boxes, and feeding wreaths and trees, stripped of ribbons, to our sheep and curious chickens. There is a…
Happy (New & Improved) New Year
Before Thanksgiving we had snow, not just a dusting, but piles. We pulled on winter coats, gloves and boots to go to my sister’s summer place to share turkey. It felt wonderful to walk into the camp, stomp our feet and unwrap ourselves from wool. The week before Christmas colored lights reflected in the snowbanks…
Winter Lights
I like to save a bit of holiday shopping for the week before Christmas. Normally the idea of being crushed by impatient people in the aisles of a small shop is off-putting, but this week it appeals to me. I manage to find an open spot to put my truck, happy to see the red…
The Most Quiet Time Of The Year
I sit watching the snow fall from the sky in thick, ponderous plops to the ground. White rain. I can see Paul dragging chunks of wood that he had cut from the tree that had toppled into our driveway during the night. I finish plugging in the two crockpots of chili on the wood bar,…
How Much Is Enough
The difficult days are the ones filled with the “why me?” or, maybe, “why not me?” We all know what it is to have someone make comment from the corner of their mouth; wondering how you possibly manage to live in a house with “only” one bathroom, drive a car that a family of four…
First Snowfall
Each Sunday we refer back to the tattered paper list we keep on the counter with the title, “Winter Things to do.” Over Sunday eggs and toast, we divide chores according to skill sets. Paul sets off in the truck, chainsaw in the back, down to the woods to cut some blocks we left after…
The Community We Create
Stick season is upon us. I step outside to do an evening check of animals and a cold wind whips dried leaves around my ankles, making me wish I had grabbed a coat off the hook before leaving the house. We spend part of Sunday winterizing bee hives. We kneel on the grass in our…
November
I always think of October as rounding the corner. We begin the month with the foliage party: everything ablaze. We wear T-shirts to walk the dogs and still feel the warmth of the slanted autumn sunlight until late afternoon. The sheep mill around the pasture nibbling and enjoying afternoon naps at the edge of our…
Evolution
Sitting in the music room teaching I looked out the window and noticed an eerie long garland of brittle brown leaves swinging back and forth in the breeze. They were held together by an invisible thread making it Halloween worthy. Each day I make a point of noticing them and each day the garland grows….