Watching in the Woods

Looking for the audio version of this post? Click here! Buckeyes ripen inside their protective shells. Don’t look now, but the woods are full of eyes. When I roam the October forests, there’s no escaping them.  I climb the hills, and the eyes peer from...

Mini Miracles

I love the sounds of spring.   They’re so beautiful, and there are so many of them.  I’m thinking of the gentle swish of breezes through papery new leaves.  Or what about the warbling songs of birds just returned from their sojourn in...

Winter Woods

When was the last time you took a walk through winter woods? There’s a quiet ache in the January forest.  All year, the woods have been vibrantly alive—a rich symphony of sound and color and movement.  In spring, they don the filmy chartreuse of...

Forged in Fire

One of my successful brush piles. As many of you know from my previous posts, my family and I live in a very rural area on a beautiful tract of land.  And, as I’ve also mentioned before, we’re not alone on the property.  This is especially...

Truth from the Trail Camera

My trail camera setup is constantly improving. Here, I’m constructing a bait station with mineral blocks. Years ago, my parents came to a rural area of Arkansas and bought twenty-six acres of land in a small town where people are scarce and wilderness is...

Persimmon Prophecies

Let me introduce you today to a very special tree.  It’s a massive one on the western border of our property, sprawled comfortably with dangling limbs and a broad trunk.  It was there over thirty years ago when my parents first bought this land,...