So much of our lives we take on faith. It's an uncertain world out there in every way possible, but we take it on faith that tomorrow will come and we plan accordingly. The sun will come up tomorrow (or the Earth will continue to rotate overnight). We believe the seasons will continue to change (Spring is the season that really likes to test our faith--as in, will it ever get here?). We take it on faith that we still have five miles worth of gas left when the little gas pump-shaped light goes on.

It isn't faith that causes us to believe that since we've hit one red light we'll hit 'em all, that's pessimism.

Gardening is a real test of faith. To begin with, we take it on faith that we know enough about what we are doing to pull off some kind of crop. We even mistakenly believe that our garden will look just as good as the ones in the magazines, even though it's more likely to look like the poor, dried up kitchen plot from a spaghetti western.

Again, we take…

The Impending Apocalypse

Our future doom has been a frequent topic on this blog. I'm happy to announce that we are still on the verge of the end of the world.
A report a few days ago said that the Yellowstone super volcano is building pressure and is causing some concern among the geologists who study such things. That in and of itself is no big deal, but an article in the news last week quoted a stranded  alien time traveler from thousands of years in the future who said we should be worried. He wasn't clear on the details, but he seemed pretty sure that something is going to happen, sometime. I understand his confusion. I didn't pay attention in world history class, either.
People living on the East Coast probably feel that the end is near. They are currently getting two inches of snow an hour, on the heels of last week's big flooding event. We even have a new meteorological term: "bomb cyclone." It's sort of like getting a category one hurricane and freezing temperatures at th…

Dumb Things to Do

I cracked a rib last week and it hurts like heck. No, don't feel sorry for me. I don't deserve it. It's really stupid how I did it. I was sitting on the deck in one of the plastic wicker chairs and I dropped an appointment card I found in my coat pocket. It landed on the deck beside my chair. Did I get up and bend over to pick it up like a smart person? No, I didn't. I leaned over the arm of the chair and reached as far as I could with my left hand. With my fingers still six inches away from the card, reaching became painful. Did I get up and pick up the card like a normal person. Oh, no I didn't. I pushed past the point of pain and stretched until I heard something snap. Then I got up and picked up the card like anyone else would have.

Since I'm an old hand at breaking ribs, I didn't bother going to the hospital. Unless the rib is puncturing a lung, there isn't much they can do, except maybe give me painkillers, which don't work for me. I already …

Oh, That Oklahoma Weather

Only a few days ago I was planting onion sets with temperatures in the mid seventies. Monday afternoon we went hiking along a bird watching trail at the lake. It was windy, and we didn't see any birds. Yesterday, Tuesday, the temperature was in the twenties with freezing rain.

It would have been a good day to stay inside and drink hot tea, but we had to get the grandson to a doctor appointment in Oklahoma City. Traffic was terrible, as per usual, but the roads weren't too bad. During the three hours we were in the medical center, more freezing rain fell and the clinic closed early.

We had to drive through parts unknown to find a Walgreens and fill a prescription before we could get back on the Interstate to drive home.

Once home I tried to get some good photos of the ice, but the pictures don't really do it justice.

The fleeting beauty of winter ice.

This afternoon, fifteen minutes after the sleet began.
Evening before last, we were watching a fat toad hopping along the st…

Well I Tried

When I announced I was suspending this blog, I expected it to be long term, but I found that I missed it. So I logged back in and discovered my readership has tripled since my last post. What's up with that?

So I'm back, the blog has a new look, and I'm going to start including photos when they seem appropriate--or even when they don't.

Kathy and I like visit the lake every chance we get, even after dark. Last night we were on our way back from a trip into town and decided to stop in at the South Dam Area. The sky was beautiful and I managed to get a fairly good picture.

I thought you might like to see the photograph I used for the new background. I don't know how to write HTML, so I'm limited to customizing the templates available from Blogger. It would have been nice to show the really colorful part of the picture, but I would rather write than fight with software.

The past week has been eventful. The U.S. of A. hasn't exactly been dominating at the Olymp…

It's Time

After struggling with this decision for awhile, I've finally come to a decision. Once again, I will suspend this blog indefinitely. I've been doing some juggling for awhile, but recent illnesses have made it harder to do.

I have a novel in the works, the third in the Eaters series, which has spent far too much time on the back burner. I also have a new novel in the Adamanta series that I'm working on and have an April deadline for a completed draft. My other blog is very time consuming. First, it requires research, I must get my information straight and get up and do some gardening or cooking to write about. Next I must do the photography (which only occasionally comes first) and the photo editing. Finally, I write the post, set it aside for a day or two, come back and edit it, and then post.

Besides the writing, having teenage boys around takes up plenty of time and adds to my time in the kitchen and out of house.

Really, this blog takes more time, because I have to try t…


Traditionally, this has been the time of year I head west, especially to the Northwest. Not every year, but when I do go it's always during the January lull in the weather. The middle of January always seems to have a week or so where the skies are blue, the roads are clear and the days are a little warmer.

This year I've spent the first couple of weeks of the month as a caregiver to sick family members, I had a few hours this morning being taken care of, and now I'm doing another round of care-giving.

It's been too cold for weaklings like me to do much outdoors. The wind cuts through the warmest coats.

Most of the wildlife has been staying out of sight, save for the few little birds who seem to delight in this weather.

It's only a couple of weeks from the start of garden preparations and then it's back to work. I plan to remain dormant just a little longer.

Stephen P.