To me, summers at Big Mill are about the night. The air is soft. Sitting in a wicker swing, for a few moments all is quiet. Then the sounds come. Bullfrogs show off with their throaty noises and then you can hear kaplop as they swim away. I am always amazed to see how big… Read more
On the Farm
All the flowers are popping out and the grass is green and growing fast. Time will move slowly if you just relax in the hammock or sit in the wicker swing that hangs from a pecan tree planted by my folks in 1922. The sturdiest perennials like the peonies, tradescantia (spiderwort), ginger lilies, everlasting sunflowers… Read more
