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A nearby faraway

A nearby faraway

The old white farmhouse was tucked into a corner with woods on two sides. A gentle ridge dense with post oak and hickory lifted north and the woods extended west behind the house for nearly a mile. Granny and Poppy moved there when I was five. The woods held my attention from that first viewing. […]

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April 1, 2019 | By More
When friends pass on

When friends pass on

We recently lost our sweet Katie Dog to heart failure. A few weeks before that, we lost our cat Orwell to old age. In both cases, we buried them behind the shed near where my own childhood horses and dogs are buried — a morbid, but peaceful, reminder that our family has been on this […]

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March 1, 2019 | By More
Out there in the dark

Out there in the dark

It’s about 15 minutes before graying of the eastern horizon, and I’m sitting in a tree overlooking the head of a steep draw. Everything for the hunt is in place here, 25 feet up a pine. All the shuffling and adjusting is over and I turn the light off. A tiny shudder tremors up my […]

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February 1, 2019 | By More
A commitment to community

A commitment to community

Winter is here and most Farmers Markets are closed for the season. For a lot of growers, the cooler seasons are a time for planning and reflection and learning from the successes and mistakes of the growing season. This past year my family and I ran a market booth we called Sulphur Springs Truck Patch. […]

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December 1, 2018 | By More
Jake

Jake

The raggedy old collar resurfaced while cleaning up the back room. As I sat down on our kindling box and traced a finger over the orange nylon, an afternoon sun illuminated one auburn hair wedged in the buckle. I thought about my friend. His name was Jake. He was the biggest pup in the litter, […]

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November 1, 2018 | By More
Hunter

Hunter

I watch her movements become slow and deliberate as rustling leaves bring her to alert. An image of the oak tree reflects in her dilated pupils. Shaky hands testify to the adrenaline racing through her veins. I whisper, “can you see it?” There is no reply. “It’s on the third branch up.” Searching eyes scrutinize […]

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October 1, 2018 | By More
Downtime

Downtime

Last week I had a bit of a reentering. One afternoon while playing outside, my children tipped over a cardboard box to discover a whole congregation of snails. Knowing that I love snails, they came inside excitedly to tell me. “What do snails eat?” my middle child asked. For some reason, that question has echoed […]

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September 1, 2018 | By More
Headwaters

Headwaters

The pool is barely wider than my 9-foot fly rod. Riffles are mere trickles. The creek disappears just beyond the next pool, filtering through porous karst into the soil and stone itself for several yards and then back to the surface. The stretches of dry, sun bleached rock appear alabaster from a distance. But closer […]

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August 1, 2018 | By More
The more things change, the more they stay the same

The more things change, the more they stay the same

It’s another hot, hot day in Yell County. All the garden weeding must be done before 8 a.m or after 6 p.m. when the sun isn’t directly overhead. When pulling out the thick Bermuda grass even our red clay soil is hot to the touch. Similarly, the first sprays of water coming out of the […]

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July 1, 2018 | By More
A Quiet Place

A Quiet Place

After watching the psychological thriller, A Quiet Place, I have a newly formed respect and appreciation for waterfalls. If you’ve not made a trip to the theater yet, don’t worry, I won’t be lacing in any spoilers. In this post-apocalyptic version of Earth, humankind must remain completely quiet in order to survive a species that […]

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June 1, 2018 | By More