Sweating the Small Stuff

Our bedroom window faces east, and we have, across the fields, an unobstructed view of the sunrise. The technicolor ones with all the cl...

After a couple of days of rain, sunny with wispy clouds, and low 50s. We walk around Craighead Forest Lake, as always wearing our binocula...

Cheryl and I were walking around Craighead Forest Lake yesterday. Out on the water were the usual big white barnyard-like geese, the fake ma...

The cold dark has closed in again. When I opened my eyes about seven, my weather station said 33 degrees, 99 percent humidity. The famous ...

If the writer should at all appear to have induced any of his readers to pay more ready attention to the wonders of the Creation, too freque...