“And if there’s tasks for me, darling let it be known.” —Bon Iver, “89” I had a feeling about the two hives at the west end of my apiary....

Sometimes people notice the cookie jars right away. Other visitors have likely sat in the kitchen for collective hours and never noticed...

I’m not sure how this all came to be. And I’m not just talking about the book. Somehow, from the back of our family’s van, the...

I wrote about baseball, beekeeping, and things that are taken from us.

This summer the boys have been schooled in the art of fishing. Aaron’s once-in-a-lifetime best friend, John, somehow got the two younger...

They chastised me for not allowing them to pack the fishing rods. I knew, though, that granting that permission would cost hours on a...

Today’s a day of waiting. A rare pause in the cartwheeling chaos that has taken me through this year, to the longest day. This solstice...

“Farewell today Travel on now Be on your way” I have wondered for a time now about the designers of Kleenex boxes. The goal of Kleenex is...

From my college days, I have loved going to estate sales. There's something about history, life, and the mystery of not really ever being...

Fall honey is different than early-season honey. Some have likened the smell of the former to dirty gym shoes. Fall honey is complex,...

It’s mostly the weather that dictates the end of the season for the beekeeper. Once the daytime temperatures remain below about fifty...

Maybe they timed their flight from the hive to match my morning round of chores. Maybe they wanted me to see them go, majestic as glitter...

“What are we doing today?” They wonder, as they wake, what will fill the new day that stretches before them. I had tried to sneak through...

I couldn't hear the ticking sound. They ran through my pounding head, over and over. There were goats and sheep and the little clothes...

Only through the photograph of a friend did I see the shades of fireball orange, candy pink, and smoky lavender that painted the sky....

The hill at the back of my dad's childhood home separates a modest expanse of grass--a tiny backyard haven where we picked apples from my...

Steam from the cup And snow on the path The seasons have changed From the present to past I knew even before I saw the white feathers,...

We bought it out of necessity, and we loved it for so many reasons. Leaves fell from the trees even as I raked the spent garden in short...

It stood alone, illuminated by the glow of the moon in the early morning hours. The air was crisp, and I knew that my garden days were...

He stands proudly with stiffened shoulders, cheeks puffed as to nearly usurp his smug stone smile. The sparkle in the eyes of this...