Monthly Archives: April 2018
Historic South Dakota
When people hear “South Dakota” they often jump to an image of an endless prairie. Believe me, there’s plenty of that, but it does have a rich history and great beauty. I live in the Black Hills. This … Continue reading
Free-range grapes
I don’t garden. I find it a sweaty, dirty endeavor with little reward, at least the way I do it. Why did I think I needed a yard? The grass just keeps growing. I keep mowing. It’s a vicious … Continue reading
The Crank
I walked these woods every day, and I usually kept to the path because the undergrowth grows thicker than an Italian’s beard, but that day I decided to explore the gully. I heard the rumors. They say a little girl … Continue reading
New growth
Grandma wore a floppy hat and garden gloves. I would carry the watering can, following her down the row as she scattered the seeds. She would kiss the seeds before she planted them in the ground. “Grandma, why do you … Continue reading
Disruption to the cutest degree
Every cat-owning writer is plagued with this disruption. Rex is too big to fit on the keyboard now, but he does insist on sitting on my lap when I write, or should I say, try to write. Note the excellent … Continue reading
South Dakota Treasures
This is the beauty of South Dakota backroads. You have to go where the signs say “Dead End” or “Bridge Closed.” Meet the Belle Fourche River (pronounced Bell Foosh) near Vale, South Dakota. Anybody know what year and make of … Continue reading