Category Archives: REALITY

A few hours later, more fruit added to the brew.  It has caught the yeast already in the air–no, not some errant fly-by-night or evergrowing Herman, but from the other wines, the heady Montrachet. Bubbling rather timidly at first an … Continue reading →

What pulls me forward through the dew of earth and mist of morning petulance to wander bag in one hand, catcher in the other, in hope of just a handful shaken from the tree of crabapples, three pears plucked from … Continue reading →

Have to do some deeper thinking about this, and though I do suspect it has to do with attitude and inability to adjust and keep things more hidden the way I used to easily do because Lord knows, I had … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…of the Mother Nature glow of pleasure and satisfaction with all that grows from this good earth and walks upon it.  I’m an honest person and I’m sick to death of b.s. that tries to make us smile our way … Continue reading →

Maybe it’s over, maybe the rest grow slow enough to look forward to, welcome, appreciate and enjoy. The big bold sandwich-size tomato you check every morning and just before dark, deciding on one more day on the vine. The peaches … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…creation… I don’t know why, but this makes me happy.  Sitting in the next room I hear the blipping of the air locks, like the ticking of a clock.  There is such pleasure in the undertaking of a process and … Continue reading →

In answer to the question "Will I really burn in Hell forever if I don’t pick the peaches?" Lisa of Eudaemonia, noticing that I’m still alive and well, comments: "Oh thank God you didn’t burn in hell!!! I’m guessing you’re … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Can’t help  it, this is the absolute best year we’ve ever had in all the fruit so I have to share the joy (harumph. I just mistyped that as “share the job” and boyohboy I sure wish it were the … Continue reading →

A moral dilemma, a question of misguided prayer.  Will I really burn in Hell forever if I leave the peaches on the tree to possibly be killed by frost tonight?  Can I suffer some children somewhere to come and pick … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Who else but I might have unopened packages of nylon stockings–not pantyhose–saved for decades just for this day to serve as straining bags to hold the pulp away from juices that become peach wine?  Even as the bubbling peach transforms … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Tough day. Good things bad things don’t-know-what-to-do things. Learning more and more about people about me about the interactive world of reality that lays down choices and somehow just like in an alien Photopia and left-right-up-down-try-fly-cry I just don’t know … Continue reading → Continue reading →

For once, after seventeen years, the peaches weren’t hampered by late frost, drought, birds, lack of bees, gummiosis, worms, squirrels, or any other malady that occurs where you don’t get the harvest you need to perform the miracle of turning … Continue reading →

He laughs and runs just like the other boys even though he doesn’t have a father just his mom. Wild-eyed big-grinned wild-legged games of tag with hands held open at the ready. On a schoolyard in Missouri grassy brown and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So in my research to find out how to get rid of the Yellowjackets–which as a reader properly pointed out are wasps, not bees–I’m supposed to sneak up on the hole at night to spray it.  I can take a … Continue reading →