A Lesson on Ignoring â Mice, Snakes and Hay Loaders On our small family farm, when I was near my teen years, all of the heavy work was done by our team of horses. When the hay was ready, it was cut in swaths by a hay mower with a six foot blade that was pulled by Darkie and Joan, our Percheron team. Left toContinue reading “A Lesson on Ignoring â Mice, Snakes and Hay Loaders”
The Portrait of a non-Artist as an Old Man And now for something entirely different. I canât draw stick people. Mine are recognizable only to me. Most 4 year olds do a better job of drawing people. They put fingers and toes on theirs. Iâm not there yet. I also canât sing. I have empirical proof of that. Once in a former life, IContinue reading “The Portrait of a non-Artist as an Old Man”
