Colors of North Dakota- August

Yesterday I tried to find a farm out in the backcountry. I never did find the road but I passed through incredible scenery. Lately I have been smitten by the patchwork of colors on the rolling hills. Different crops mature at different rates and produce varying colors and patterns that are mesmerizing. In these photos…

Thread the Needle

I am at Grandpa’s house, a wonderland of my childhood with a treasure-filled attic and scary basement. I love most the button jar stowed behind a door in the hutch. Each time I cross Grandpa’s threshold, I run to the buttons. Perhaps that is why Grandpa gives me sewing cards, a set of pre-punched designs…

Local Lingo

Today, I had the same funny conversation about cities. As I do whenever people ask me if I grew up in a rural area, I said that I grew up in the cities. Big cities. As a child I often visited my dad in NYC. As an adult, I lived near SF. I spent time…

Friday Night- Date Night

Don is back from his Black Hills trip. Both he and the van did great. I got some pretty cool gifts from the Mt. Rushmore gift shop as thanks for loaning him Flying Cloud. I begin to wonder, “what shall we do for Friday night?” Movie? Nope, no theaters in town and the closest is…

Gardening in North Dakota

In Wyoming, Arizona, and elsewhere I spent untold hours prepping the garden soil. My annual task was getting enough nutrients in the grainy, alkaline, native soils to support the growth of lush tomatoes and crisp cucumbers. In Wyoming, I hauled in hundreds of 5-gallon buckets filled with manure from the fairgrounds and then layered on…