Shoe Box Canyon
Listen to a Toad at Night up The Shoebox Canyon
Tonight, as Julia was walking out to the barn to do late check, she called back to me (I was still in the cabin), “Come listen to the toads.” Here’s what I heard and saw.

Click on the audio player below to listen to the frog chorus. While you’re listening, you’ll hear the brook behind our house babbling in the background. Just what you… Continue reading
Happy Thanksgiving From the Shoebox Canyon

Happy Thanksgiving from our cabin up the… Continue reading
Snow on the Pillows
This morning, Julia and I woke up with snow on our pillows. We sleep with our bedroom window open, year-round, and during the night, the season’s first snowstorm blew in. The boundary between the indoors and the outdoors is thin and that’s the way we like it.
Julia went out to feed the critters before coffee this morning. I took some photos you might enjoy. Yes, we’ll get to the coffee. Enjoy!


The Window Stays Open, Even in a Snowstorm
This morning, Julia and I woke up with snow on our pillows. We sleep with our window open, year-round, and during the night, the season’s first snowstorm blew in. The boundary between the indoors and the outdoors is thin and that’s the way we like it.
Julia went out to feed the critters before coffee this morning. I took some photos you might enjoy. Yes, we’ll get to the coffee. Enjoy!

2021 in Review: Driveway Crawfish, Bald Wandering and Brother Christian Gets a New Bed
Happy 2022. Here are a few photos from ’21 that made me smile. I wish you all the best in the New Year.
Bernie

Casper the Super-friendly Cat up for Adoption
AUGUST 26: CASPER UPDATE Great big thanks to our neighbor Brandon Lane Darrin who recognized Casper, the mucho-cool cat who showed up at our barn this week. It turns out Casper is “Kit Kit”, our neighbor’s cat. He disappeared in late March and has been reunited with his family, a mom and dad and three kids. A great ending to the story. Our barn’s a little quiet now since he left….

Snookie: 2008 – 2021
He started life in a ditch, could out-howl a tin coyote and cleaned a skillet better than a scrub pad. Today, his life ended under our chestnut tree. Our dog Snookie is gone. My wife Julia and I are torn up over this. The longer story of his life is coming.

More about life up Shoe Box Canyon: Around the Homestead.
Hill Top Sunday Morning

Sunday greetings from high above the Shoe Box Canyon. Yesterday, my wife Julia and I rode to the top of the mountain behind our cabin. I thought you’d enjoy some photos of the ride.
Julia rode her pony Pie. I rode my mule Cracker. From the clearing high above the cabin, we just looked out over the Brushy Mountains to our South. We listened to the “chimp pang” call… Continue reading
Springing Toward Summer

Happy Easter Sunday to you. The leaves are darkening up, the mules are getting shiny and Snookie is panting in the dirt under the back porch. My wife Julia just posted a beautiful essay on spring moving ahead toward summer here up the Shoebox Canyon. Read the full story, with… Continue reading
Slushy Sunday Shadow

Howdy Sunday. Julia and I woke to a light snowfall this morning. By noon, temps were in the mid-forties and it was all melting away. Here are few pics I thought you’d enjoy.

Have a Good Last Day of 2020

I just wanted to wish you a good last day of 2020. I know it’s been a bumpy year but I wanted my last memory to be a good one. Looking out the cabin, this is what I saw. Let’s hope the coming year… Continue reading
Froggie Friday
Last night, coming in from the barn after critter late check, a figure on Julia’s ox-goad caught my eye.

We’re blessed with lots of frogs and toads around here but usually, they hang out in the creek, pond or marshy areas. When I leaned in for a closer look, a frog jumped from the goad onto the kitchen window. Julia ran inside to see the frog up close and… Continue reading
Sunflower Sunday Morning

It’s been a good sunflower and peach year here in western North Carolina. Last week we were enjoying Taylorsville peaches from 20 miles away. This week, it’s Kings Mountain peaches from a wee bit farther afield.
I’m a big fan of saving good pits and seeds. Right now the fridge is full of baggies filled with the season’s best peaches. Others go on the windowsill until I put them in a paper… Continue reading