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

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...

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,...

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...

He's joyful as he glides like a stunt plane along the cement hills and ramps at the skate park. He's riding a scooter, the...

It must have been an imposter: leggy, medium green, and without fanfare, it grew in great bunches where there had been mint last year. I...

He plotted his escape, because he knew he had to go. Forty years after first reading the beloved story, I am still learning the lessons...

I'm getting better at cracking open the boxes of my hives. I had better be, as beekeeping season is upon us. When I check on my bees, I...

To be so tied to someone that their hurt, disappointment, and fear mix with what's inside of you and become indiscernible: that must be...

I found them at the hour when the dusky sky was most beautiful. There was a small spot of darkness on the mounded snow, just where the...

It was easier when I could just carry them. With both the trusted old purple hiking backpack and my Ergo newborn front carrier strapped...