Sleeping in Harvest?

More years ago than I care to share I remember helping friends with putting up hay. Though they had begun early in the morning the 1700 bale count was just too many for them to finish alone. The hay was perfect and lay in endless numbers on the field but on the horizon loomed dark…

The Value of a Single Life

When tragedy or calamity strikes us or when our plans lie in smoking ruins, the sense of futility and loss comes like an unwelcome neighbor to knock on our door. In the words or Robert Burns The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang aft agley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,…