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August 6, 2013 I hadn’t walked the Genehouse walk for a few days because of a bad blister. Change was everywhere, notably at the top of Stroke Hill on Stanka Lane (I named it Stroke Hill because it is a … Continue reading →

August 4, 2013. Last night at Genehouse, I walked outside at one a.m., wearing only shorts and shoes. The tree frogs and bullfrogs were rehearsing. The night was black, pregnant with stars, almost cold. I walked up the north hill, sliding … Continue reading →

August 2, 2013 I was halfway through my power walk this morning. Normally, I don’t stop, just turn around and head for Stroke Hill, up Stanka Lane. But I did stop, and I saw an old man on a bike, … Continue reading →

July 30, 2013 At Genehouse a swarm of yellow jackets have built an underground nest not six feet from my front porch. This morning I sat and drank green tea and watched the frenzied colony from the dining room window. … Continue reading →

July 26, 2013 July 26, 2013 I drove to Farmer B.’s last night. We ate grilled chicken, grilled zucchini, salad and blackberry cobbler. We harvested cucumbers, blackberries and bags of fresh kale. We drank Stag beers on the pergola and … Continue reading →

July 16, 2013 When I was a boy, my superhero fantasies included “carrying” pistols around and killing bad guys. I actually fired a lot of guns, thanks to my mom’s brothers, Dee and Jess and also Grandpa Jones, who taught … Continue reading →

July 16, 2013 On my walk from Genehouse yesterday at 9:30 morning in the morning, 92 degrees and 95% humidity, I saw the usual snowy and great egrets lined up along Scotch Jimmy Island’s northern shore in the river. And … Continue reading →

June 30, 2013 a carpet of fireflies lit up before sunset the glowing lights undulating over the insect city I sat shirtless on the front porch untouched by the last of the biting buffalo gnats the scourge of Up South … Continue reading →

June 29, 2013 I’m walking west on the River Road and a wall of black rain rushes at me and then marble-size hail starts falling on my bare arms and legs. I’m bruised and stung and raw, a hailstone smacks … Continue reading →

June 25, 2013 Outside my writer’s window is a giant maple tree with four main trunks fanning out. The southwest trunk has formed a huge arch, actually touching the downward slope of the hill. A pileated woodpecker lands on that … Continue reading →