By Brenda Black Just what I didn’t need to hear: “You are no spring chicken.” For the record, I never wanted to be a chicken. I’d much rather be a frisky filly or a bouncing bunny or a frolicking puppy. … Read More
By Brenda Black I guess tender green sprouts and a brand-spanking new bale of hay aren’t enough to stop cows from knocking down a gate and partying the night away. The evidence was prolific all around the house from fresh … Read More
By Brenda Black On a normal morning, my Labrador greets me bouncing gleefully. She knows we’re going for a walk down the road if I step out of the house early, and shod in my Sauconies. It’s her chance to … Read More
The road I walk is filled with weeds and flowers – a symbol of life’s joys and sorrows. Each with a unique beauty that quietly or boldly adds to the bouquet of my journey. Today, I was captivated by a … Read More
The road I walk is filled with weeds and flowers – a symbol of life’s joys and sorrows. Each with a unique beauty that quietly or boldly adds to the bouquet of my journey. Today, I was captivated by a … Read More