My Minnesota

Very short posting today. The Better Half’s dog, Franco, just walked on. On her behalf, and his, I’ll share this wonderful Gene Hill poem: F...

We confess, we were overly optimistic yesterday when we though we might  have recovered enough to check out the local prairie smoke patch to...

Much of the following was originally posted a year ago, when we first became aware of #NationalRescueDogDay. Around our house, every day is ...

Our pear tree is finally coming into bloom, but not yet as much as in the picture. It's about a week late, maybe a little more than that...

We think all the presents, except those being brought by Santa, are wrapped and delivered. Instead of what had been a Christmas Eve traditio...

Sometimes we don't realize how much we can miss something until it's back. Since our posting yesterday, that's happened to us tw...

One of the things we really hate about late Summer and early Autumn is that's sandbur time. sandburs on the plant (shown upside dow...

During the Winter, when the snow is deep and the temperature bitterly cold, we yell at the dogs to "hurry up and take care of business!...

We were completely unaware that today is #NationalRescueDogDay until we read it on the internets. Around our house, every day is rescue dog ...

Sunlight from the southeast casts shadows to the northwest and bright snow-streaks through which a couple of red squirrels run. Chickadees d...

As of my mid-day writing this, here are some of the day's headlines from the local paper: A TV reporter and cameraman were shot dead...

Do you remember the poem / song Antigonish ? It goes like this: Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn...

I've been stuck in/at the house most of this week due to the Better Half's hound (actually, border collie crossbreed) having diges...

I can only surmise that when James Russell Lowell wrote And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; he ha...