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Life goes on, but memories remain
The lyrics of this song drifted through my head while sorting through drawers of endless stuff which makes up a home.
Rural Development isn’t broken…yet
Sonny Perdue says give him a year to fix Rural Development programs. Fix what? The much needed, heavily used programs aren’t broken. Yet.
New life always brings excitement
New life is a dose of the very best medicine.
Enjoy the gifts of an early fall
“I spent the afternoon astraddle the ridge of the new barn-loft roof laying down a ridgecap, a course of overlapping shingles that covers the seam where the shingles meet from each slanting roof face. It would have been difficult not to have been happy up there. The fall migration of monarch butterflies, stunning creatures of
Technology helps reduce calf mortality
Technologies that can monitor calf temperature and activity are showing great benefits for earlier disease detection but have challenges that still need overcome.
Finding the flip side of freedom
Judith Sutherland recalls the year she made a friend who had many freedoms, the envy she felt and her eventual appreciation for her parents and their rules.
Rail trail a perfect place for fun
Julie Geiss recaps a recent outing on the Allegheny River Trail, which runs 32 miles to Oil City, allowing visitors glimpses into local history.
Grapevines are aggressive, but are not deadly
Lesson learned: Grapevines are important to the ecosystem.
Thankfully, whip-poor-will’s song is hard to forget
“Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!” The song wakes me at first light. It’s why I keep the bedroom windows open. The song of the whip-poor-will is my favorite alarm. I suppose I value it because I hear it so rarely. Over the last 25 years, I’ve heard it just a handful of times, and just for a
Life puts us where we are supposed to be
“The bright sun filtered through the clouds, warming the fields of alfalfa that my father was mowing. Within a day or two it would be put into bales of hay, gathered from the field, stored in the hay loft and used to feed our livestock. I stood at the fence line with the lunch my
