A pattern of wickedness

11:30 a.m. Thursday December 2, 2021. 74F/23C. The jets planes are roaring overhead. When the planes roar, the birds go silent. Just before this, several large birds, turkeys and crows and hawks, were cawing and screeching loudly. They seem to alert their fellows to a fallen animal in the thick brush. Nothing goes to wasteContinue reading “A pattern of wickedness”

How will God remember our generation?

Noon Wednesday December 1, 2021. 71F/22C. The large black and red woodpecker is screeching in delight as he rattles the trees that grow around the wet meadow. A few scrawny redcedars remain green of all the trees today. The rest are mere skeletons of their former selves. There is a hint of sweetness in theContinue reading “How will God remember our generation?”

What were the old ones doing?

9:00 a.m. Monday November 29, 2021. 40F/4C. It is a day inconvenient for lingering out of doors. Fingers become too stiff for grasping any item in the cold. Toes stiffen as well. The nose simply turns wet without even a warning sniffle. The frost on the brown leaves crunch underfoot. No ground on the propertyContinue reading “What were the old ones doing?”

When God controls many waters

8:30 a.m. Tuesday November 23, 2021. 36F/2C. The breezes are colder than the thermometer reading. Dew is frost. Ice still forms in the puddles atop the truck bed. A deep inhalation reveals a sharper cold than experienced yesterday. Every leaf on the ground is frosted, painted in fluffy white. Every dark green and purple raspberryContinue reading “When God controls many waters”

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