Tag Archives: The Farm

Close Enough for Vitruvian Man

On hot summer days when I was a kid I would lie in the grass in the upper meadow at my grandparents’ farm. I stretched out my arms like that guy in Leonardo da Vinci’s drawing. I kept my pants on, though. I stayed as still as I could, pretending to be dead meat. I hoped to entice soaring Turkey vultures to land this close to me. They were never fooled. Continue reading

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Let The Rough Side Drag

If it’s too heavy to lift, whatever it is, then drag it away. This is one of the most enduring lessons I learned as my father’s helper. If there is a smooth side carried effortlessly through the world, there usually is a rough side that can withstand whatever it takes to get the job done. Let the rough side drag. Continue reading

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What Do You Get When You Fall in Love?

I’m glad it’s dark. I’d be embarrassed if anyone could see the dreamy look on my face. This is when I begin to notice that quickening of the heart called love. It happens as soon as you wake up. It happens while you run to the bus stop. It happens on your coffee break when you should be back at work. Kiss someone and you get enough germs to catch pneumonia. Continue reading

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