Field Note #6: Boxing Day Surprise

I’m up early, propped in my bed, with my doors open to the empty pool, dappled in morning light. Our host is  methodically cleaning every corner of the pool. This is his pool. I watch him peek into the pipe where a tree frog lives as part of his routine. He seemed satisfied with today’s chemical … Continue reading Field Note #6: Boxing Day Surprise

Field Note #4: Dilly Fries

See this lunch? You might see these fries, piled high with freshly minced dill pickles, slathered with some sort of dill ranch dressing and paired with fancy mango ice tea and think, oh, Kit’s health goals have really gone sideways. You wouldn't be wrong, of course, but what you are actually looking at, is evidence … Continue reading Field Note #4: Dilly Fries

Field Note #2: Rain Time

Today is our first Rain Day since we left the farm almost two weeks ago. Which means we not only changed time zones, we are adjusting to Rain Time. A steady, hard rain lasting longer than a day completely changes how time works on the road. If it's a travel day, it can bring hidden … Continue reading Field Note #2: Rain Time

Tales from the Compost Pile: Fear Nibbles

(Story in progress/ starts at ‘Tales from the Compost Heap: Digging In’) I’m not sure exactly when Fear got in,  but can confirm it breached my perimeter and settled at the farm some time ago. Just around the same time I found a mouse in my box of lasagna. Sometimes fear doesn’t announce its arrival with … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Pile: Fear Nibbles

Tales from the Compost Heap: Welcome to my Multiverse

I’ve heard the term Multiverse for a number of years, while wandering unaccompanied through inter-web borderlands and fringe bookstores. I had a resistance to the term, associating it with high-tech billionaires and  microchipping humans or something equally unsettling. Mostly it sounded like a word reserved for tyrants planning to take over the world  or radically … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: Welcome to my Multiverse

Tales from the Compost Heap: Resurrection

If you are arriving mid-story, please  start at “Turning the Compost” and then jump right in. _______ After meeting Bea on sidewalk that summer day in Toronto, we learned we’d been living just six blocks from each other for quite some time. She invited me to her apartment which was just a short walk from … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: Resurrection

Tales from the Compost Heap: The Little View Master

 I honestly had no idea I was about to dig up Auntie Bea. Or my mother. My shovel was aiming for farm stories, and they were no more than five years deep!  Apparently, I hit some sort of worm hole and was transported, as it were, to 1985. I didn’t know my everyday garden-variety worms had … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: The Little View Master

Tales from the Compost Heap: Sorting Deaths

Compost is funny because it will take almost anything living, and in time, break it down and return it to the earth. No ceremony. No eulogies. It just happens beside barns, and in barrels beside rose gardens without anyone making a fuss. Few can tell you the why or how of it, although books and … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: Sorting Deaths

Hindsight and 2020

When I last wrote in January 2020, I had just asked the Universe help me “PUSH PAUSE” so I could get a good look at some decisions I was making, particularly related to my relationship with Nature. I have no interest in being credited with giving Mother Nature the idea for a global pandemic, but … Continue reading Hindsight and 2020